( It doesn't seem done. Shutting it down and ignoring it, that didn't mean it was done. That just meant it could fester, eat away at you. It could turn into something like decay, so that one day you go to move and just give in on yourself. Atlas frowns, watching her carefully. His gaze drops to his notes, and he writes the next one slowly, handing it over and sorry that writing forces him to turn his attention away from her for a second. )
The wanting to be human is the important part. If you forget about it, that's when you lose who you are.
( And just a shrug, a sort of that stuff doesn't matter. This is more important. )
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The wanting to be human is the important part. If you forget about it, that's when you lose who you are.
( And just a shrug, a sort of that stuff doesn't matter. This is more important. )