Thirteenth.

[ilusionoscura]

[The sphere shows the vast field flowers, the sight is projected from above, focused in the Nobody who remains lying, face up on the flowers. The messy strands of silver-blue hair scattered around is head, meshed with some of the vibrant petals. Yet, his eyes are not visible]Nobodies cannot feel. But they remember how it was... They understand

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[distantallure]

Oh?

[ilusionoscura]

Greetings, Yazoo.

[distantallure]

What is it that you "envy", huh?

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[ilusionoscura]

[His gaze falls to a heavy-lidded stare, now visible as the streaks of hair drift away from his face]

What they have, what I lack.

A heart.

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[distantallure]

I don't see why it matters.

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[ilusionoscura]

A blatant, despicable weakness.

That is what hearts are.

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[distantallure]

So you're glad you have none, is that it?

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[ilusionoscura]

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[distantallure]

Or is that just "part of the script"?

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[ilusionoscura]

I would say it is, Yazoo.

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[distantallure]

Hm.

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[ilusionoscura]

This planet is filled with drugs and toxins which severely alter the behavior of foreign living creatures.

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[distantallure]

And here I just thought the fools were acting to their title.

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[ilusionoscura]

Tell me... do I fit that category?

You were fortunate to remain unaffected.

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[distantallure]

If you didn't before, you will soon.

[Seems to think that obvious:] It'll take more than pollen.

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[ilusionoscura]

And keep it for later uses. Or investigation, perhaps?