Zerutod chuckled, a soft, melodious sound that seemed to dance on the breeze, as Primula's robotic confusion over the concept of a crush struck a chord in his heart. It had been so long since anyone had sparked such a lighthearted exchange within him. Love had never held much sway over his life, and even now, his thoughts were consumed by a different kind of affection—an infatuation with the very concept of propelling the world forward. "Oh, my dear Primula," he murmured, his laughter bubbling up from within. "I assure you, it is not a 'crush' that stirs my interest in you. No, it is something far more profound than mortal descriptions can capture." He reached out, his hand gliding through the air as if searching for something intangible. "What you embody, my dear Primula is the physical manifestation of the world moving forward," he continued, his gaze turning toward the snow-peaked mountains in the distance.
"Your existence, the essence of a mortal infused in a being of technology and magic, is a beacon of progress, a symbol of the future that awaits us all." Zerutod's gentle smile softened, a warmth infusing his blind eyes as he spoke. "I cannot recall the last time my heart held feelings for anyone," he confessed, the vulnerability in his words bared for Primula to hear. "But in you, I find an unwavering fascination—an admiration for the convergence of mortality and magic, of the past and the future, all embodied in a single entity." He paused, the playful lilt in his voice giving way to a quiet intensity. "So, my dear Primula, fear not, for it is not the frailty of your frame or the lecherous intentions of others that draw my interest. It is the enigma of your being, a captivating puzzle waiting to be unraveled."
As he straightened, the fabric of his long black trench coat rustled with the movement, and he turned to face Primula. "In a way, you are the embodiment of that very concept," he said, his voice taking on a thoughtful cadence. "The convergence of technology and soul, bridging the gap between mortal and machine. Your existence, Primula, is a step towards the world's progression, a fusion of knowledge and magic that propels us into the future." His words lingered in the air, and a thoughtful silence enveloped them. Zerutod's fingertips traced the hilt of his katana, his thoughts meandering through the complexities of their intertwined destinies. As he spoke again, his voice carried the weight of his conviction. "It is not mere affection that draws my interest, but a deep appreciation for what you represent. An enigma of existence with the potential to shape the course of our world." Primula's scarlet eyes reflected.