“I am a tool without feelings. Don’t misunderstand my concern for you.”
“Then if I like you, can you feel it?”
“Do you believe in love potions?”
“If you have feelings for me, you won’t kill me, and we can face this together. Option B: if you kill me, I’ll have no regrets either. This is our curse.”
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