[ They're not mine. This seems to disappoint and amuse Zephir all at once, who is as curious about the thing in front of him. Here they are, two creators wondering why what looks like their design isn't quite… that. ]
They're pleased with you.
[ After another pause, Zephir releases his hand with a soft pat. Like he's saying good job. ]
Those are mine. I'd let you keep them, but … they'll be dead within the hour, I'm afraid.
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They're pleased with you.
[ After another pause, Zephir releases his hand with a soft pat. Like he's saying good job. ]
Those are mine. I'd let you keep them, but … they'll be dead within the hour, I'm afraid.