[Viridi's glib tone suddenly becomes more composed as all trace of humor vanishes. Her words are precise, her manner solemn.]
I'll give you a chance.
If you can say that the materials that compose you are not torn from the planet, harvested from virgin terrain razed for the purpose of becoming a mine, produced in a factory spewing pollutants, and put to use for people living in totally unsustainable 'cities', then we can have a sleepover and paint each other's nails. Tell me you're made in a way that doesn't harm me at all.
I'd be frankly overjoyed.
And do not say none of that is your fault. If your actual existence relies on hurting my existence, then it's weirdly still going to be upsetting for me.
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[Viridi's glib tone suddenly becomes more composed as all trace of humor vanishes. Her words are precise, her manner solemn.]
I'll give you a chance.
If you can say that the materials that compose you are not torn from the planet, harvested from virgin terrain razed for the purpose of becoming a mine, produced in a factory spewing pollutants, and put to use for people living in totally unsustainable 'cities', then we can have a sleepover and paint each other's nails. Tell me you're made in a way that doesn't harm me at all.
I'd be frankly overjoyed.
And do not say none of that is your fault. If your actual existence relies on hurting my existence, then it's weirdly still going to be upsetting for me.