"...What did they do to you?" Lior's voice is brimming with shock, the deity fragment staring at what he knows, in spirit, is a human being. A child. Yet that is not what he sees physically.
((Finally throws my Mephiles at Prototype. Go my Hedgehog-but-not thing!))
For several moments, the Prototype does nothing except stare. One might think he's staring because this...creature?...is nothing like anything he's seen before—and there have been a lot of toy designs, both approved and not, go through the factory.
That is only partially correct.
The other reason he stares, is because this...individual?...seems to see right through him somehow. He is looking past the horrifying outer shell—the toy crafted from purloined parts that covered up the majority of his true form long ago—and see who he truly is:
An angry, hurt, lonely child.
He's caught off guard. He forgets to snap, or stab, or intimidate. Instead...he answers.
"They lied. They hurt. They gave us love, and then they took it away. And when I got angry, they called me a MONSTER."











