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Rabbit soul staring at developing baby: This is where the fun begins

Baby a few years later: Has weird eyes and scampers

broken boy had done it. he had defeated the throne watcher and defender, nashandra, and finally aldia. he was ready to take the throne and lead drangleic. but something was bothering him.

he recalled the discussions he had with aldia. discussions about the nature of life and death, light and dark. the curse at the center of life in this realm. was this it? was he doomed to repeat this cycle endlessly? was he always going to be like this? were there no other options?

perhaps there were. perhaps broken boy didn't need to be stuck any longer. perhaps he wasn't beholden to the roles imposed upon him by the world he found himself in. maybe, if he just took charge, he could free himself.

broken boy stood before the statue, fragrant branch in hand, ready to start the process he had long since put out of his mind. behind the petrified blockade were basilisks who threatened to turn him to stone as well, but his journey had strengthened him and he defeated them with ease.

broken boy stood on the overlook and saw the ogre- no, ogres- that guarded the coffin he sought. a formidable fight left him weakened but as determined as ever to finally take control of his life, his body.

his only remaining foe was this foul spirit that had been chasing him around all of drangleic, haunting him, showing up in the least opportune places. at this point it was no real threat, merely a nuisance, one final obstacle to overcome. but broken boy was used to overcoming adversity. in some ways he had been doing it his whole life. the clothes which previously sickened his friends have now sickened his enemies. he embraced it. it was a new strength.

all that, and now this. standing at the precipice of this choice had long seemed like a dream, something to want but never have. it was, in some ways, a simple task. just lay down in the coffin and let it happen. it's just like going to bed. to sleep. perchance, to dream. and when you wake up, your dream will stay with you. you will carry it with you, realized, tangible. he wanted this. so why was he still scared? what if he regretted it? what if he had deluded himself? what if it wasn't possible? but he knew it was possible, he knew he wanted it, he knew it would never happen unless he made it happen. so he did. he stepped into the coffin, layed down, and let the lid close over him. it would all be over soon. broken boy was dying and someone else was being born.

and that was it. it was over. the new life could begin. these clothes fit differently now, contouring new curves previously unknown to be possible. this hair was softer and flowed more freely. this body felt more real than the last one. it all felt more real- ...no, not more real. it felt actually real for the first time in her life. it was indescribable. she was free.

oh! look, she's turning to us now. she looks like she has something to say.

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