Her attention is drawn to Haruka's eyepatch again in spite of herself - she's an alien. She should know to hate staring. She doesn't understand what's going on with Haruka's hands. (Sometimes she might run her nails, her fangs, her lipstick as just color and not lines, down along her "brother's" face; sometimes, when she's to have kicked her other shameful nightly habit, she clasps a pillow in her arms and tests if she can pretend it has piercings. Most of the time she feels ashamed of the fractured way she is now.)

"There are some people who think our original fates are immutable, of course, but--" She flashes a sparkly smile. "That's physically impossible, Haruka, isn't it."