[The things Connor had said to Vivienne drift to the surface, at that thought about having your eyes opened - and with it, the impression of Lordgenome, skin tanned and scarred by countless battles, their lord, their king -
And Nia. Nia, the last princess, the doll who had learned to stand on her own, both a girl of fifteen and a young woman, unnaturally white-blue hair blown by a bullet, streaming behind her down a wedding aisle. Nia Teppelin, the Anti-Spiral's messenger, but first a girl who asked -
Father, why do I exist?
Lordgenome's hobby was creating children, but not ever raising them. Once they were old enough to think for themselves, they were discarded. Every beastman knows this, took it as proof that their lord cared nothing for humans even though he himself was one.
And that knits into that undying loyalty, and Connor's accusations that Vivienne had just created AI to love her, and it tangles.]
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[The things Connor had said to Vivienne drift to the surface, at that thought about having your eyes opened - and with it, the impression of Lordgenome, skin tanned and scarred by countless battles, their lord, their king -
And Nia. Nia, the last princess, the doll who had learned to stand on her own, both a girl of fifteen and a young woman, unnaturally white-blue hair blown by a bullet, streaming behind her down a wedding aisle. Nia Teppelin, the Anti-Spiral's messenger, but first a girl who asked -
Father, why do I exist?
Lordgenome's hobby was creating children, but not ever raising them. Once they were old enough to think for themselves, they were discarded. Every beastman knows this, took it as proof that their lord cared nothing for humans even though he himself was one.
And that knits into that undying loyalty, and Connor's accusations that Vivienne had just created AI to love her, and it tangles.]
You're alive. That's the place you have to start.