[When he heard a voice directed his way, the Terminator turned his head, and only his head, to the side. He took in the man, scanning him for possible weapons. About time someone knew him for what he was. He'd already been given a wide berth by the fairies, the insipid creatures twittering to themselves about "the giant golem".]
Negative. My systems aren't sophisticated enough to repair themselves.
[His left arm twitches in a pathetic sort of way. There's chrome bits all hanging out from the end of his leather jacket. He reaches across his body, cradling the end with his right hand.]
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Negative. My systems aren't sophisticated enough to repair themselves.
[His left arm twitches in a pathetic sort of way. There's chrome bits all hanging out from the end of his leather jacket. He reaches across his body, cradling the end with his right hand.]