Morphs... those shapeless forest creatures that turn into shadows. They're born of soot and darkness, with little will of their own...
They mimic people. Their shapes and their behaviours, everything, inside and out. They even mimic their feelings. But they're not just imitations... because they can grow and change, and love, and despair. Because they have hearts that they made all on their own.
[Hm. He's not entirely sure how he feels about this, but his expression remains relatively impassive, thoughts and feelings tucked further below the surface. There is a lot about this that is uncomfortably familiar, though.]
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It was harder when I was alone.
[ when she didn't think anyone would see her as anything other than a monster.
... also, gimme a return mem if you got 'em! ]
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It's an interesting story. Hearts, born from ashes...
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What do you think of it?
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I imagine it was a horrible sight.
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Even so... I've seen it. A heart born from ash... or soot, rather.
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They mimic people. Their shapes and their behaviours, everything, inside and out. They even mimic their feelings. But they're not just imitations... because they can grow and change, and love, and despair. Because they have hearts that they made all on their own.
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Is that the case for each and everyone one?
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