"That's a shame."
Saber sat down on the bench as she stared at the carved wall. It had been weeks since she had carved her message, yet no one came to give her anything.
She was not saddened, after all, she could not feel. The only thing that she felt was her growing desire for modern snacks.
Saber wanted to feel a flicker of emotions towards the group — rage, sorrow, joy. But she could not. In the end, she softly sighed in what could only be described as disappointment.
"It cannot be helped. There must be other things they need to attend to rather than me."
Saber looked off into the distance for a few moments, shaking her head.
"And here I thought they would be interesting. In the end, humans will be humans..." Saber trailed off.
"I wonder if one day — someone can make me human."
Without another word, she walked away from the building. Whatever smell lingered from her last visit to this area had not gone away, but was quite faint now.
