Synthetic. [Made. Created. Not born, necessarily. His first instinct is to scoff, but if there's anything that Keats could call his weakness, it's his curiosity. His skepticism gets pushed back for a moment all because he's interested in what, exactly, a Monomakia is.]
So, you're some kind of robot made for fighting, then?
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So, you're some kind of robot made for fighting, then?