Was this the right choice? Could I have done it better?
He voiced the questions softly, almost unconsciously.
Rodion answered immediately, with clinical precision and perhaps just a hint of acerbic tone in his mechanical voice.
The response was as logical and emotionless as always, but it did little to soothe the ache that gnawed at his chest. Mikhailis exhaled slowly, shaking his head in quiet disagreement.
"But it matters," he murmured, voice thick with emotion, "even if the numbers say otherwise."
He closed his eyes briefly, forcing the cold sting of self-reproach away, knowing he couldn't dwell there. As much as Rodion preferred equations and data, human souls rarely balanced so neatly.
