Wires and Cogs
He wasn't just a machine to her.
When everyone brushed her off aside and called her an artificial life form, he treated her as if she was a living being. She was always underestimated on the team, even someone as wholesome as Hal Jordan doubted her. Razer never did.
When she couldn't stand up for herself when others called her strange, he was her voice when she couldn't speak. He demanded she'd be treated better, to have more respect for her as if she was a living being. He'd stick his neck out for her every time someone brought her down or belittled her. No one else on the team ever did that for her.
To him, she was more than just wires and cogs. He saw beyond her robotic components and saw the soul that no one else could see. And she loved him for it.
He would always matter to her.
The vastness of space was before her, the Manhunters jetting along beside her colossal vessel. It had been days, perhaps even weeks since Aya last saw the others. She now had the most powerful weapon in the galaxy made by the Guardians. Anybody would pay with their own hands and limbs to get a hold and maintain control of such a war machine, though deep down inside, Aya was hollow.
How could he do this to her? After all that happened, after everything they've been through, he just turned on it all and told her it was a lie? He told her he loved her. Wasn't he happy to see that she survived the blast?
Her insides crackled in mild rage. She'd never experienced strong emotions like these before. Her processor most of the time went up in high, angry bouts. When her insides cooled, and her forehead smoothed out from creasing, she didn't know why she felt so heavy.
Was this emotion... sadness?
'Razer...'
A shed of lubricant left her optic.
Always.
Song inspiration: Say It Right - Nelly Furtado