Words…" Nagato spoke in a thin voice, barely above a sigh. "Words are difficult … My verbal communication facility is insufficient."
“I…” she began, her expressionless face transparently biting back the frustration she felt. “If as an individual I had been given social capabilities…”
Her pale expression was infinitesimally close to blank.
“The possibility of my gaining tools like Ryoko Asakura’s was not zero. I was not made that way. I cannot change my predefined index. Until I cease functioning, I will be… as… I am.