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[stars_struck]

[isn't it a lovely day? isn't it great to not have to be in an asylum? spring is in the air!]

[The sun is shining!]

[The birds are singing!]

[BRS just walked past you with a cruise missile over one shoulder!]

[um.]

[COINCIDENTALLY: shortly afterwards a CRUISE MISSILE explodes high in the skies above the town]

Comments

[pimpsaw]

[HOW COME SHE DOESN'T GET ONE 8(]

[pimpsaw]

If I didn't know any better, I would say that you seem embarrassed about this whole thing.

[stars_struck]

[quietly and with just maybe a touch of sadness]

... ... it's complicated.

[pimpsaw]

You do realize it doesn't have to be complicated. She survived your lethal hug. [apparently]

[stars_struck]

... it's not that. It's that-- something happened to me, and didn't to her.

[pimpsaw]

You're 'a lot different now'. [as mentioned before]

[stars_struck]

[nods, after a brief mental war]

My memories and feelings got mixed with Ma--... a human's.

[pimpsaw]

I thought you had simply gone soft.

[stars_struck]

[shakes her head]

Just... different. But Dead Master isn't the same way.

[pimpsaw]

Perhaps you didn't hug her hard enough.

[stars_struck]

[glares out of nowhere]

She doesn't want it.

[pimpsaw]

Ah... that's what's bothering you.

[stars_struck]

[balks from whatever response she had first, then just looks down at the floor]

[pimpsaw]

... So very different.

[stars_struck]

... it's hard. It hurts.

[pimpsaw]

Is that what it is like to have another human's feelings?