"Have you even bothered to try to even speak to him?" She asks coldly. "Because if you try talking to him, you'd see that he's more human than you think."
She glances briefly at Eremit, remembering that he's still trying to pray, and lowers her voice as she continues. "You know, a temple really isn't the best place to start an argument over whether or not sentient beings, even non-human ones, should have the right to worship."
Eremit mumbles something under his breath, the tail end of which gets drowned out by Pansar's tirade.

:
You must not go to temple then...
: Don't you
dare imply that that thing is in any way human! It is a machine, one of thousands of identical machines built in a factory for the purpose of doing simple, mind-numbing tasks no man would want to. It has no rights, it is not sentient, and even if it did and it was, you cannot manufacture a
soul. It cannot worship the gods any more than a... a microwave oven could!
"Thanks, I should've done something special for it but I think the gloating rights alone are good enough. "

: Just don't let your head get too big, or I'll take it off. I'm not too far behind, you know.