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[spadassin]

[the comm is cradled in her hands, angled up towards her face. judging by the dark sky behind her and the sound of cars somewhere below, she’s sitting on the ledge of a rooftop. because where else would a hero go to brood

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[slipperysoul]

A soul. At least to start with.

[spadassin]

That's rather abstract. Try for something more concrete.

[slipperysoul]

Hey, you didn't give parameters.

[spadassin]

Consider them defined.

[slipperysoul]

You just want to hear what makes them different from us.

permavid btw.

[spadassin]

[she... purses her lips. if she were feeling better, she might come back with something super clever. but instead she'll just shrug and invert syntax, because that's kind of clever, right?]

Or us different from them.

yesss all the permavid!

[slipperysoul]

[ definitely clever. except Angel just raises an eyebrow, suspiciously. or something. ]

Whichever way you want to put it, doesn't matter.

[spadassin]

[ah, you've fallen into her trap!!]

Doesn't it?

[slipperysoul]

[ rude ]

Either way you look at it, we're different. What keeps me from being a human? My heart doesn't beat and it's not gonna start again anytime soon.

[spadassin]

I suppose.

[slipperysoul]

I thought you said it mattered.