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[somes_auditus]

Some handsome devil seems to have painted the clock tower yellow.

The fiend.

What's next? Flowerbeds and mailboxes and sidewalks?

Hey, Whoever-is-my-boss-today: two things; One, can I get out of running at such ungodly hours with a doctor's note, and two, can I get paid for not coming to work if I'm working on building a weapon to use for work?

On that

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[nymphan]

Did you stretch before you went running?

[nymphan]

I had... a lot of time to learn the definitions. They are part of what little memory I have.

... My name is Aelita.

[somes_auditus]

You don't have your memories? Did you die?

Akasuna no Sasori. Just 'Sasori' is fine.

[nymphan]

No, I have never died. My memories were quite simply taken from me.

I am glad to meet you, Sasori.

[somes_auditus]

Wow, how did you piss the gods off?

Hn.

[nymphan]

Oh, I did no such thing. My memories were gone before I even arrived here.

[somes_auditus]

My sympathies.

[nymphan]

That is an emotion, yes? Like empathy.

[somes_auditus]

...You shit me.

You don't know what emotions are?

[nymphan]

I have had little opportunity to feel things as normal people do. Emotions and senses such as taste and touch are foreign to me.

[somes_auditus]

Hn. Welcome to my previous life.

[nymphan]

... What do you mean?

[somes_auditus]

A 'thing' without a heart, with no feeling. A puppet that could not become a doll. At one point, I was such.

[nymphan]

I have a heart. It beats within my chest, just as everyone else's. And I am nobody's plaything. Not anymore.

[somes_auditus]

I had a heart, too, but it wasn't beating. I felt nothing. Not the wind, not pain, not touch. I was no one's plaything. I controlled myself. And yet I had no emotions. I suppose you know the definition of "frontal lobotomy."

[nymphan]

That is not the reason I felt nothing. I was... trapped in a place where such senses did not exist at all.