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Who: Anyone!
When: Day 6, ... n...night?!
Where: Shrine room. . .
What: introoo

[ Some chick in pants and a bra is just. Laying on the floor. Not moving. ]

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I do not help people.

Well, not everyone does, or can.

. . .

So I'll do what I can, and you do what you want.

I do not want.

To do anything?

[ . . . ]

...Please just keep it in mind.

Ok.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

[ :x ] Why?

~~[Because being unable to help people literally drives him toward insanity]~~

I just care about people.

I am not a person.

So what makes a person?

I am a clone.

I'm not sure what that means.

I am an exact genetic copy of a person, fabricated in a laboratory and excised from a womb.

[nodding and looking thoughtful]

So you were born a little differently than others?

I was not born.

[straightening]

The Fair Folk are little more than literal chaos that has confined itself to a set shape to fulfill its purposes. But having taken that shape, they eat, breathe and grow. They feel. They live. They die.

Should you, or they, receive any less consideration just because it wasn't the same way I came into Creation?

I am a weapon.

Even a weapon requires maintenance.

I should not have existed.

And my soul was supposed to be removed from the cycle of reincarnation over two thousand years ago, but here we are.

I do not understand.