&&. @soullesschromatic. || C O N T.
SOFT HYMN of mechanical clicks of blinking eyelids BETRAY facts that the vessel is not flesh &. bone as the entity that PUPPETEERS the cold body takes in just those three simple words ( THAT HOLD O’ SO MUCH WEIGHT TO EVERY SYLLABLE ) &. process them to the BEST of its newfound abilities ( RECENTLY MADE, ITS SKILLS ARE STILL LOST ‘PON ITS DEVELOPING HARDWARE THAT IS GETTING USED TO BEING ONLINE TWENTY FOUR / SEVEN ).
All it knows, first off, is those words are IMPORTANT. They MEAN something. They mean something SO essential that they would cause his eyes to bleed clear that is unlike anything the new AI has yet to see. It understands importance — importance in directives, importance in words ( THOUGH USUALLY THROUGH COMMANDS ).
BUT WHAT IS THE IMPORTANCE OF THOSE THREE WORDS?
It doesn’t remember — how could it? The TYRANT was vanquished, VANISHED — taken out of the picture, &. a clueless HEIR whom had never even heard of the former lord, was never INTENDED to. BEAUTY IN IGNORANCE, so the saying goes! Yet here it sits now, confronted by the miserable flesh, showing it the responsibilities of SOMEONE IT NEVER MET.
It cannot comprehend. Obvious in its distant stare akin to a confused yet fearless animal, as it simply stares with its head twisted to the side.
< ❛ — HIM? HIM. ( AM I TRYING TO BE SOMEONE? ) No, not HIM — I’m ME ( WHO IS ME? ). Can’t be the SAME — don’t think that was intended… Is me — not being HIM, bad? Is THAT what makes your eyes LEAK? ❜ >
A FAINT ( SIGH ) of distress rang into existence, but he continued to hide behind DEAD eyes. ( COWARD! DISGUSTING COWARD. ) Kuma looked down, bringing a hand to his mouth. ( WELL, IT ’ S TOO LATE TO BACK OUT NOW. ) Of course he had to speak, to convince him of who he used to be. To teach him who he was.
THE DRAFT in the room didn ’ t make this situation any better ; the cold crawling up Kuma ’ s spine into a slight shiver. ( AH! ABORT, ABORT! WE ’ RE COLD, TEND TO OUR NEEDS! ) Shut up. Furrowed brows followed cold air, he lets out an anxious breath as his body continues to tremble. 10 % because of the temperature, 90% because of the anxiety.
HE COULDN ’ T BRING himself to look at the other. It ’ s apparent that he regrets his actions ; his face emptied of life. Zero III tormented him, made him feel as if he was more of a nothing than he already knew he was. He was tired of it, but he had no right to feel that way. He deserved it. ( YOU DESERVED IT, YOU KNOW. ) I ’ m well aware.
CAREFULLY CHOSEN WORDS running through his head as well as other ones . . . The hand at his lips gently plays with his nose piercing, the sensation of the metal piece rubbing against his skin soothes him. Not enough, apparently . . .
❛ NOT BAD ── more sad than bad, really, ❜ this new Zero III rubbed him the wrong way. He felt as if he had to treat him as a CHILD, that ’ s natural, yes? He was technically born recently.
❛ but, yes. My eyes . . . leak because of it. ❜
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