He steps back mechanically, feeling nothing short of shock.
"They didn't edit me."
But they did. Didn't they? Chara had proved it to him--
No. His own cowardice had proven that wrong. The intermediaries might have changed his memories, but they only did it to show him the truth. His real thoughts and feeling. His real self.
He holds is head like he's shielding from an oncoming headache, doubles over, starts breathing entirely too fast. Rinzler is wrong. He's wrong.
"They didn't edit me." He isn't a thing that can be written. He's his own person. That's the problem. He's the worst kind of monster, selfish and irredeemable, sure. But still his own.
He wasn't changed. He couldn't have been. He was always this way.
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"They didn't edit me."
But they did. Didn't they? Chara had proved it to him--
No. His own cowardice had proven that wrong. The intermediaries might have changed his memories, but they only did it to show him the truth. His real thoughts and feeling. His real self.
He holds is head like he's shielding from an oncoming headache, doubles over, starts breathing entirely too fast. Rinzler is wrong. He's wrong.
"They didn't edit me." He isn't a thing that can be written. He's his own person. That's the problem. He's the worst kind of monster, selfish and irredeemable, sure. But still his own.
He wasn't changed. He couldn't have been. He was always this way.