( her nose wrinkles. she doesn't exactly seem softer, all the sharp edges that she is, even the brittle parts jagged like something the unwary might cut themselves on. )
I don't know. Like, everyone here—who started human. You can't always tell, depending on what they've changed into, but... ( a vague, encompassing gesture. ) A lot of the time, yeah. There's still a, what, like—humanoid quality, sometimes, the changes are being made upon this...particular individual, and what they were. There's a merrow guy who's a fucking robot. Bits of him are still, you know. Artificial.
We're altering, we're not just— ( she snaps her fingers, then reaches out to press the tips to his cheekbones, ) You probably still recognize your face. You know?
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( her nose wrinkles. she doesn't exactly seem softer, all the sharp edges that she is, even the brittle parts jagged like something the unwary might cut themselves on. )
I don't know. Like, everyone here—who started human. You can't always tell, depending on what they've changed into, but... ( a vague, encompassing gesture. ) A lot of the time, yeah. There's still a, what, like—humanoid quality, sometimes, the changes are being made upon this...particular individual, and what they were. There's a merrow guy who's a fucking robot. Bits of him are still, you know. Artificial.
We're altering, we're not just— ( she snaps her fingers, then reaches out to press the tips to his cheekbones, ) You probably still recognize your face. You know?