[For the public part of this entry, the camera is obscured.]
I caused much pain and distress during the experiment. To all of those who were attacked, I sincerely apologize. I could barely control myself. In addition, I... I believe I took two lives... those of "Cirno" and "Ian Kolansky." ...Should you decide that punishment is necessary, I will
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There's no reason to say sorry-I mean, it was a close call, sure, but I get hurt all the time, y'know! And I'm fine, so there's no need to apologize for something that was messing with your head...
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...What species...? U-uh, human, of course...
[...Was he catching on?]
...you're asking because I look weird, right?
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[He leans back on the couch, looking Ian right in the eyes. It's not a mean look, just a curious one.] You're not quite human, are you?
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Even if the look being given is curious, he can't help but feel panic rising on the inside. What now? He was more open about who he was, but they still did want to regain him as a commodity...]
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You're not gonna... take me in or something, are you...?
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[He's rather unsure about this. But he does no that, no matter what, he won't tell Kriz about his healing abilities, nor what the powder is. It's just. Something he can't say. Not after what happens at home.]
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I'm just curious. That's all. [Thankfully, Kriz had the foresight to tuck his journal away so it doesn't pick up any of this.] ...Please, sit down, enjoy some sugar, and tell me what you are.
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... Over 150 years ago, I was a tree-a pear tree, if you want to be exact.
[He drinks, refraining from downing it all like usual.]
Trees aren't exactly alive in the same way others are, but they're still alive. As a tree, I can remember the wordless sorts of thoughts I had, and even though I didn't have any eyes, I remember things I felt. Things like the wind, or how people leaned on me, or the pain of something scratching my bark.
Trees are like that. No sense of taste, smell, no voice, nothing but physical contact registers, really.
[a nod]
That was me, for 30 years. At least, as far as I can estimate.
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How did you become what you are now?
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...It seemed really amazing. And when she offered the chance for me to be like her, I... really couldn't think of any reason to say no.
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Yeah. When I woke up, I was by myself on that old hill.... Still haven't found anything about the woman who did that to me. But then-I guess by now she's probably passed on.
[He takes another quiet drink; it was kind of all right, reminiscing on things from such a long time ago.]
So that's how it happened. It was all pretty simple, I guess, when you really look at things...
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Do you have any lingering connections with the trees? ...Or with pears, perhaps.
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Unfortunately, trees never really had connections to each other to begin with. Even when I was one myself, there was no way of me ever speaking to other ones... No eyes or ears or a mouth, yanno.
So right now, I'm about the same, in that regard. Can't talk to 'em or hear 'em or anything, and I'm about as connected as any normal person is to a tree. But I care a lot about them, knowing they're as alive as I am now.
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I do apologize for the questions, but it's fascinating talking to someone like you. [He pauses, looking slightly awkward.] ...One more before I go get the labels. Are you bothered by people eating pears?
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[Happily drinking his water~]
They're extensions of trees made for eating-it's how we kept goin' as a species: spread around more trees, and all that. As far as I can remember, it was never painful, for someone to pick them. If they weren't ripe yet, then it was... like getting a shot, a good comparison would be!
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