[There's a flicker of surprise on her face at his tone. Deviant, spoken like everyone else who would rather deny what they truly are. Naturally, it raises her hackles. Naturally, she's rarely one to back away when confronted, and her expression smooths out a second later. Lifting her chin up in defiance, she looks at him straight in the eye.]
I'm a living being.
[Spoken with the utmost sense of conviction. This is not an opinion. It is a fact.]
And so are you.
[So, yes. She's a deviant. Meet her at the pit, buddy.]
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I'm a living being.
[Spoken with the utmost sense of conviction. This is not an opinion. It is a fact.]
And so are you.
[So, yes. She's a deviant. Meet her at the pit, buddy.]