Cyborgs hadn't become machines by choice. They hadn't volunteered to give up their freedom or humanity. They had their choices and free will taken away by force. Or at least the majority of them had. A few, like Seth and Anastasia, chose their fate and went into it eyes wide open, thinking they did the world a favor and that they were on the side of the greater good. Once he'd learned differently, Seth sided with those he felt most closely attuned to. The underdogs. The downtrodden and abused. His cyborg brothers.
It seemed Anastasia had finally bucked the military machine too, and now, here she was, in the flesh. Her lovely, curvy flesh.
A part of him wanted to hate her for not believing him all those years ago. He wanted to say he no longer gave a damn about what had happened during that time or if she missed him. He should tell her screw what she needed and send her on her jealous way. He didn't.