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I had no idea something... 'cooked' could taste so good.
((TUESDAY NIGHT AT THE MESSHALL. You know what that means. Here thar be cannibals. And. Whoever else wants to brave the soup))
((TUESDAY NIGHT AT THE MESSHALL. You know what that means. Here thar be cannibals. And. Whoever else wants to brave the soup))
[snorts at] Better if it put up a fight, but it isn't half bad, is it?
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You don't have to kill something to enjoy it, you know. Why can't we have this every day?
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[steals something suspiciously organy from her bowl]
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It looks like everyone else figured out the 'joke', there aren't may h-- Heat!
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[pretends she didn't shout~ 8D] Yeah, people get pretty grossed out by those of us who like this stuff. Kind of whiny of them -- would they rather we drag our normal meals in?
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There's no reason they shouldn't be, there was an eye in my last bowl. But it... looks so much more human, eating like this. *pops the piece of meat in her mouth*
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Hah. You think dressing it up pretty changes anything? You're still eating human flesh. Face it head on, I say.
[munch]
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*grabs heat's bowl and puts it up to her lips and tilts her head back and drinks it all down at once. PUTS IT BACK DOWN ON THE TABLE*
'Facing it head' on doesn't have to mean we can only eat the way we have been. I... don't hate this.
*...burps*
...oh.
*puts a hand over her mouth*
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[grabs one of the other waiting bowls] ...What, you don't hate it because you don't have to face where it's from? Argilla...
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It's not like that. I... I know where it came from. I'm not stupid enough to deny that. But it... at least I can feel a little more like a normal human like this.
...maybe that makes me less of one.
*picks up her next next bowl and spoons soup into her mouth*
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...You think too much for your own good, you know. You're you -- what you want and what you need just is. Thinking this hard, trying to figure out what parts of what you are are human and what parts aren't? It's only making things harder on yourself, you know.
[tch, turns back to his own bowl and flicks out a little organ shaped like a bean. :(]
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It's just... we've done so much and Nirvana turned out to be... that place and the people there were no better than in the Junkyard. Then I come here and... I'm...
Heat, what if this is the closest we ever get to Nirvana? If I'm like this forever?
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Geez. Trying to think like you is fucking hard to do, you know? Like that's a problem[leans back a little in his seat, contemplating the ceiling] You're you. The feelings you have now, they're your real feelings now, the good and the bad. Wherever you came from and wherever you're going to, you're stuck with the now. You can't hate all of it, but nobody's asking you to love all of it either. That's life, isn't it? You see your hopes and you fucking lose them, over and over again. In the meantime, isn't there a chance to find what's really important? And even if -- even if you never get what you really want. Even if you never get that thing you'd kill for and die for, over and over again, how many times you have to. It's not like it's pointless. You are what you make of yourself, aren't you ( ... )
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[steals a heart from her bowl]
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*pauses, and then pushes her bowl at him*
...Thank you.
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[...takes a couple of preferred pieces from her bowl, then slides it back] Whatever.
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