- — 「 ♪ 」Three…years?
That was nearly half his own existence; his own age approaching six years by the day. But because he was a sort of senior model, Crypton tended to almost use him as a babysitter for newer versions. He would often times train, or at least help, with teaching them how to act…well, humanistic.
So…how come he’d never come into contact with this one—?
Cool azure optics blinked once.
Gears — in the literal sense of the term — churned, electronic brain whirling at a rapid speed as thoughtful inference kept him from responding on cue. Rin was a direct Crypton model; so every version extending off her would be directly associated. In three entire years, the only way Len may not have had any contact with her offered two options:
Either this Rin was malfunctionous, and therefore hidden…
Or she wasn’t supposed to exist.
”I suppose so,” the mirror replied, tone offering nothing of what his brain currently processed. "It’s just sorta strange I haven’t met you up until now."
"Welcome to reality."
Her words flow smoothly from her mouth without a second though, hot breath blows at strands of hair hanging in her face. The look on his own face sparks curiosity in her—has he intrigued her? Good. "You’ll find that nothing really ever makes sense."
And in this moment, Rin swallows a hard lump. It’s the most she’s ever spoken to a Len before. The most she’s ever let herself speak. Bitterness coats her tongue, and she clears her throat while a hand rests itself on her hip.
”I don’t work at Crypton, so—Maybe that’s why you haven’t ever seen me. And I don’t hang around there much, if at all, so that’s probably I’ve never seen you. Not like you’re hard to pick out, though. Everyone knows what Len Kagamine looks like.”