Masquerading minefields

the Voice She watched his antics with an almost jealous sort of longing stare but said nothing to counter his accusation. "How am I not?" The Voice asked, sniffing delicately with a sigh that did not affect the surrounding air. "Am I not entitled to the things I create? Careful now, if they are not mine to paly with then you'll find yourself with far fewer toys too, if that's the case." Crossing her holographic arms, she watched his theatrics for another moment, her electrical gaze poignant and curious. "An imposter though? At least I don't hide behind rags or masks. And now that my shrines have been jumpstarted, I am easily found. Can the same be said for all of you?" 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110