Kare sighed, all in relief. He thought it false hope, but he already considered the other less of a monster due to such admittance. Not only that, but he was far more comfortable around her as wellâ Especially with her blush, resulting in a small smile from the assassin.
âI see, I consider that good. Though it is a shame you have to deal with people wanting to kill your father.â
Again, the fact it was self defence for those who were killed also brought him ease, the question prior was difficult to ask, but he is content with the answer given.
âBlanks?â Kare asked, a hum following upon her explanation. For a moment, he felt a twinge of horror, all due to the thought of those he killed forming a similar being, but he thankfully manged to move past it.
As curious as he is about said family, heâs not going to nudge the topic towards them. Not when he wants to continue this line of subject about the blanks, and Fouls heâs now learned of.
Placing a hand to his chin, Kare nodded. what interesting creatures they were, to think the dead could make up someone new, even if parts were taken from others to complete said form. Temptation to ask about those that she was made up from was there, but he felt it best not to pry into such matters.
In a strange way, it was nice to hear those lost could find a place for themselves when their time passed, or⌠when their life was taken from them.
âDo people ever have a problem with that? You taking from them to complete yourselves? Or do they never know?â
She seemed to be relieved herself that he didnât think her actions - trapping challengers for her father - seemed to be justified. She didnât think herself to be a murderer but found her own indifference to death slightly alarming.Â
It was most definitely something she struggled with, caring so much about not caring. There were times she wondered if it was the fault of her past selves or if it was simply how she grew up... or perhaps both?Â
Her smile dropped and she tilted her head to the side when asked about Fouls, however.
âFouls are pure evil, Iâm not sure how much more I can explain.â She shakes her head and sighs. âThey are beings, human or otherwise, whoâve rejected reality and allowed themselves to be corrupted by pure hatred. Iâve heard there was even a foul made up entirely of squashed bugs, but Iâve only ever encountered one... She got away, though. I think she was a human, at some point. Things that have rejected and forgotten about what makes life worth living, I suppose.â
She thought for a moment, if there were any blanks that were made from pieces of a thing thatâs gone Foul... How they would react to find each other - one that was bitter and angry, hell bent on the destruction of the reality they had rejected, and one that had formed from their forgotten happiness to make something new.Â
It was probably impossible.Â
She perked up when she heard his final question, however, a tender smile forming across her lips. âUsually itâs not a conscious choice. Sometimes it is. Ya know, when I was first formed, I didnât have a face, just a mask. This?â She pointed to her face, grinning. âThis is just a sliiiightly edited version of my dadâs. But I assume most blanks arenât quite so... I dunno, direct? With their taking. As far as I know, it doesnât hurt anyone, though.â
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