The rage. The feedback. Simulated feelings on a artificial matrix. A doll had simulacrums. Not feelings. But were those simulated emotions any less disruptive? The logic was suppressed. System ceased to function. But the commandment endured. The loyalty endured. End this. The man, the creator of the machine commanded. And she obeyed. Despite the risk. Despite the feedback. She could never deny anything to those who had given the gift of life to her.

She could only love them. And nurture them. And sometimes be rough if they felt astray. Her...rival had been no exception. Sometimes feelings were conveyed with actions and not messages. And carpet bombing an entire battlefield with fiery tears had been a clear message. She was angry. She was scared. Even as Stella bore down on them, and mowed them, her heart seemed to crumple a bit.

She exited the situation without blinking. It was simply not the Lilim's nature to easily show signs of distress. Gingerly, she incorporated herself with a stilted movement as she scanned her surroundings. A wisp of red, from someone who had been ejected at the same time. Objective was set and she advanced.

She loomed over the returning Aurora observing, computing. The unfeeling face of the real world made Stella conflicted. She wished to remove and replace it. How come she could not convey the human emotions when they were needed the most? She raised an arm to Aurora, as she saw came to her senses.

"This...unit is sorry." She said, her hand descending softly as the cold metal hands that had once pried a door fluffed Aurora's hair with the same care one would cup a baby chick in one's hands. "There. There." Stella said, her voice coming emotionless. "You did good, pilot Aurora. I'm so proud of your fight. You did good."

She stood for a moment, still. Gauging the reaction. There was someone else she needed to target. Pilot Gene. But it could wait for a moment, yet.
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