Cursed - Nya and Pix discussion concerning the weirdness that is the beginning of the Pixane relationship.
Nya stepped back, admiring her work. "There you go, your power optimization should be much better now."
Pixal looked down at her newly updated chest panel, a smile sneaking on to her lips. "Brings back memories, huh?"
"I was thinking the same thing," Nya sighed, pulling off her goggles. "It's weird to think I haven't worked on you since that first time."
"Well, thanks to your handy work, I've been able to complete most of my own repairs since then." She began to close her interface, the room going quiet for a moment.
"I'm sorry we had to do that to you." Nya's voice was much softer now.
"What do you mean?" Pixal asked.
A great deal of hesitance crossed over Nya's expression. "It's just… we don't know how Zane's power source affected you, you know, long term."
Pixal kept her eyes on her companion, her gaze steady. "Without that piece, I would not be alive, nor able to feel."
"I know," Nya shook her head. "But haven't you ever thought about how having someone else's emotion center implanted into yours might alter those feelings? Especially when that someone else already had feelings for you?"
Pixal's complexion remained unphased. "I have given that possibility quite a bit of thought," she admitted. "There are a great many things I will never know about myself, the full effects of the technoblade and power source among them. But there are things I do know. I know that I love Zane, and I know that that fact has never affected my life in anything but a positive way. And as far as I can tell, that's enough for me to be happy."
Nya seemed unconvinced. "It just seems so scary, thinking you might not have any control over something so personal like that."
Pixal smirked. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe humans also find it quite difficult to control who it is they fall in love with."
Nya smiled. "I guess that's fair."
Pixal's eyes rolled back, lost in her own thoughts. "The universe gives us very little control over very few things. To exist in this world is largely to be powerless, and to accept that reality for yourself is the greatest choice you can make." Pixal seemed to find comfort in her own words, a sense of palpable calm surrounding her. "If I am doomed to be shackled to the unchangeable whims of fate, I choose to be grateful that I am afflicted with such a curse as to be in love."