auto-memories-violet.
It was easy to have everyone just assume Violet was a cyborg, the poor girl hardly showed any emotion on her face and her hands were robotic in nature after losing them on in that final battle that changed everything. She was never properly taught much about the world, there’s only so much one man can teach a young girl before his untimely death after all, so things like metaphors often went above her head.
“I suppose…I was like what you say, a dalek in some ways. I do not know if I was brought into this world to kill, but that was what I was raised to do for many years of my life. Yet…The major told me to live and be happy, and the semblance of that I get is when I write letters for other’s.”
Even if the tone was mocking and curious, Violet still remained quite doll-like in expression. It was at least some kind of comforting to know someone was in a similar situation to herself, is this why soldiers would spend so much time together? It was the reliability she didn’t understand for so long?
“I too am confused by the word ‘happiness’ but…” She looks down to the broach around her neck, how the green gem sparkled as it looked so identical to Gilbert’s eye color. “I think happiness is when you find yourself smiling just from someone’s words or something happens that makes you feel…Like stepping into the sunlight after the rain.”
“Smiling,” Caan repeats, still puzzled. “I... have not learnt how to smile. I did not feel sunlight or rain until after the Experiment.” And they avoid both. They won’t admit it, but it still terrifies them to be in open spaces after aeons of existing in a sealed casing. Buildings are bad enough. When the sky stretches unhindered for millions of miles above them, with no barrier between their new frail human form and the entirety of the cosmos---they feel unbearably vulnerable. Powerless. And they hate feeling powerless.
“...Is this a smile?”
