Lord Redtail Rathan
ForTheBloodGod98
crystanis
I am the shadow, and smoke in your eyes.

Aingel did not respond to Amarissa's words, though in his mind he knew it was innacurate. He had no feelings. It was how he was made. Feelings, emotions would compromise his programming. That was why his manufacturers had only given him emotional emulators that could be turned on and off. Compartmentalize emotions, don't allow them to corrupt. That was how he worked. It was efficient. At the newcomer speaking to him, he tilted his head. "All of my systems are functioning within operational parameters. The color of my skin is not an indicator of malfunction," he said rather bluntly.
I am the ghost,
that hides in the night.