Aug 06, 2008 23:09
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Intriguing, I think, to realize that I...anticipate returning to human form.
There is no question that my proper body is superior. Bigger, stronger, more durable. Longer-lived, harder to kill. Simpler to control. More efficiently repaired. More acute in every sense save one, and equipped with myriad more beside the human five. By all rights, I should hate it. I should hate every moment I spend weak, vulnerable, human; I should endeavor to escape it whenever possible.
Once I would have reveled in this opportunity to remain myself, prolonged it as long as possible. Now...hnh. Now I consider changing before I am returned to maximum operating capacity, allowing myself to heal instead of being repaired. And I have to wonder that I...I don't seem to mind. I don't particularly like it, but it is not something I dread.
I wonder if I am becoming comfortable with it. I wonder what that comfort means.
I wonder what is happening to me.
((Introspective Blackout is introspective. Feel free to point and laugh because he's in ~*LOVE*~.))
eros,
repairs,
human wtf,
looooooove~