Maeve listens, but none of it clicks. If she’d have had more time to learn more of human history, it might be less so. Still, she supposes the time is past that where she is. “How curious,” she offers.

“It is very human to wish to look the other way. I am not certain it’s necessarily…the worst thing anyone has done, but it is certainly a choice.” Perhaps selfish, but choice was important. Everyone deserves a choice. Even if that choice is death. This was just ignorance. “People ought to have a choice, though, so I’m sure if you learned from this, it will be okay.”

There’s a hint of amusement as he catches her words. “Yes. I did.” She looks at him quietly for a moment. “I am…well, a very lifelike synthetic being. They call us Hosts. Does it trouble you?”