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[The machine is turned on with a swat, and Karasu is seen, curled up on his bed, leaning against the wall. There are a small number of feathers all around him, his own wings tightly pulled against his shoulderblades. He glances up once, in disinterest at the communicator before looking away]
Just...like...clockwork. We really should be used to it by now, shouldn't we? Those of us who have been here for enough time, that is. Not all of us-
[There's a sudden pause, and Karasu sits up a little straighter, as if listening to or for someone. His jaw sets, and the blanket falls to his chest. It takes a moment for him to realize that he was speaking and he begins against, still only paying half-attention]
But dreams can teach us a great deal about one another that we might otherwise...attempt to keep hidden. What we really are...who we want to be...
[His smile is cold, even as his hands worry some bit of fabric thoughtfully before shoving it aside. Again his eyes un-focus, attempting to listen for something that's not quite there. His last words are a whisper, just as he's turning the communicator off.]
I wonder...how many of us really are puppets...
Just...like...clockwork. We really should be used to it by now, shouldn't we? Those of us who have been here for enough time, that is. Not all of us-
[There's a sudden pause, and Karasu sits up a little straighter, as if listening to or for someone. His jaw sets, and the blanket falls to his chest. It takes a moment for him to realize that he was speaking and he begins against, still only paying half-attention]
But dreams can teach us a great deal about one another that we might otherwise...attempt to keep hidden. What we really are...who we want to be...
[His smile is cold, even as his hands worry some bit of fabric thoughtfully before shoving it aside. Again his eyes un-focus, attempting to listen for something that's not quite there. His last words are a whisper, just as he's turning the communicator off.]
I wonder...how many of us really are puppets...