...I don't need or want your pity, Don Quixote, so keep that drivel to yourself.

( her tone isn't light anymore, erring on a knife's edge instead. her smile, too, is gone. )

It wasn't "love". It was a mockery of it. Machines aren't capable of feeling emotions like you and I--their replications of it are nothing but a duplicitous attempt to garner pity and mercy. Put enough of those fakes to death and you'll see what I mean.