VARUS
tell me father, which to ask forgiveness for?
what i am, or what i'm not?
what i am, or what i'm not?
Curiosity is a good enough answer for him, truthfully. And he finds his head inclining toward her, watching as she pulls the skin away and reveals his bone and the wires, fluid and everything else. He isn’t squeamish either, and simply seems to watch it with a hint of indifference. “Did you find what you were looking for?” He asks instead, his blue gaze lifting to watch Isla’s face in his own quiet curiosity.
But she begins to release the arm from the socket and he can already feel his weight grow disproportionate, something that he’d have to practice with and train with in order to get back into tip top shape – a mental note made as he listens. “Is there really?” He asks with a quirk of amusement to his lips. “Well, perhaps if she doesn’t have use of it we could send it off.” He offers a soft laugh with that, leaning back to rest his head against the back of the chair again. “You seem like you’ve done this before.” Taking off an appendage, that is.
But she begins to release the arm from the socket and he can already feel his weight grow disproportionate, something that he’d have to practice with and train with in order to get back into tip top shape – a mental note made as he listens. “Is there really?” He asks with a quirk of amusement to his lips. “Well, perhaps if she doesn’t have use of it we could send it off.” He offers a soft laugh with that, leaning back to rest his head against the back of the chair again. “You seem like you’ve done this before.” Taking off an appendage, that is.
tell me mother, which should i regret?
what i became, or what i didn't?
what i became, or what i didn't?
