[ There they are. His brothers, for lack of a better term. His flesh and blood. Each one just like him, frozen in time, suspended until the Empire calls on them to serve their singular purpose: give up their souls for daemonification. They'll never know happiness or warmth or love like he does. How could he have been the only one to earn that right?
Should he have rescued them? Could he have rescued them? If he freed them from the pods, would they even know how to live? How to move, breath, eat?
A strangled sound catches in his throat as his eyes move between her and the pods. ]
...If I hadn't been rescued, I...I would've been just like them. I-it's weird, I know.
[ It can't be easier for her to see this. It isn't easy for him to see her seeing it. ]
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Should he have rescued them? Could he have rescued them? If he freed them from the pods, would they even know how to live? How to move, breath, eat?
A strangled sound catches in his throat as his eyes move between her and the pods. ]
...If I hadn't been rescued, I...I would've been just like them. I-it's weird, I know.
[ It can't be easier for her to see this. It isn't easy for him to see her seeing it. ]