[ The sound comes out involuntary as he is back down on the ground. He looks up at Berserker and continues to lightly rub his forehead. ]
Ah, that does partially make it feel better. [ He muses aloud as he rubs his fingers faster across the skin, but that ends up irritating it. Hm.
And he returns to focusing on the questions being asked of him -- well, question being asked of him. ]
I'm not. [ He lifts his hand up to point to his own face. ] I am like you. I am nothing more than a memory of someone who existed centuries ago. [ He would shrug if he could. ] My image was based after him. My personality molded after him. My memory bank used to be able to see his life. But I am not him.
I am nothing more than a shadow that exists in what is my present, and his future.
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[ The sound comes out involuntary as he is back down on the ground. He looks up at Berserker and continues to lightly rub his forehead. ]
Ah, that does partially make it feel better. [ He muses aloud as he rubs his fingers faster across the skin, but that ends up irritating it. Hm.
And he returns to focusing on the questions being asked of him -- well, question being asked of him. ]
I'm not. [ He lifts his hand up to point to his own face. ] I am like you. I am nothing more than a memory of someone who existed centuries ago. [ He would shrug if he could. ] My image was based after him. My personality molded after him. My memory bank used to be able to see his life. But I am not him.
I am nothing more than a shadow that exists in what is my present, and his future.