[The prolonged silence draws L's gaze upward again, and he peers uncertainly at the machine.
He nods, considering, weighing the words, as if trying to quantify just where it went over the edge.]
Is it perverted?
[He seems oddly concerned about this. The SQUIP might sense, through their Bond, the flickers of memories from not too far back in the past. He's been called that before, and not understood why.]
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He nods, considering, weighing the words, as if trying to quantify just where it went over the edge.]
Is it perverted?
[He seems oddly concerned about this. The SQUIP might sense, through their Bond, the flickers of memories from not too far back in the past. He's been called that before, and not understood why.]