Even more so, the 'life' of an android in such a world shouldn't have held any weight, and it shouldn't have meant anything to anyone, but one did. Her survival was paramount to one, and that very desire for it was the only thing strong enough to bind a soul to a world that had long since rejected its own creations. Usu had realised he was unnatural for some time now; it didn’t take a girl joyously slamming him into random objects to grant that perspective, nor did it take the identity crisis of being called by a name clearly different from what he had sewn into him. It was seeing Rain slowly fall apart which latched onto the emptiness inside him, and suddenly, he wanted to save her more than anything. Yet, as fate would have it, stuffed rabbits are not blessed with especially high technical skill-sets, despite what an inflated CV might insist on telling you. Scouring the library produced little, mostly because of there not being one at all, but at least partially because what he was looking for wasn’t an answer just any tome could contain.
