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But I still stay cause you’re the only thing I know So won’t you take, oh, won’t you take me home

                           i cannot seem to recall the name of that flower                                     i am breaking into many fragments                                              as if i am losing myself

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I don’t like drawing her in my usual style, so I sketched something much more angular, and it looks a lot better.

        The Azure Striker had been aptly named, it was bright blue arcs of electricity that fed off the power of his mind as he would let it flow gently off him, before he stopped focusing on it that was. “I’m afraid that Sumeragi group’s cruel torture in the concentration camps might have prevented some of us from feeling. Or being able to discern right from wrong.” Who could say how extensive the damage to their minds were. “But the simplest way to put it; Adepts are humans with abnormal powers.”

          “I see.” She said quietly, before clearing her throat. “It is a possibility -- I presume when you were, ah, regular humans,” She hoped that wouldn’t cause offense, “you were capable of feeling emotion, yes? You still should be able to feel emotion... I’m not sure. It’s an odd topic.”

          It took her a moment to recall. “...Oh, you mean, Proto Man? Yes, I am his sister.” She answered. “We aren’t close, however. I rarely see him. Can I ask why you inquired? Are you a friend of his?”

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am! I didn’t mean ta’ offend you!” The DWN quickly apologized, waving his hand and sprayer in front of his face nervously. “I’ve just never seen a robot like you before, …I was curious!”

          The mermaid placed her trident next to her, before casting a look over to the DWN. “Now that you mention it, I’ve never seen a robot like you before either. What’s... that for?” She pointed to Aqua’s sprayer.

    “Heh, thanks. Its beginning to become one of the things I’m known for.                       I don’t mind that much. Just try not to pull on it.”

          “I envy such a head of hair...” She chirped, propping herself upright. “I’ll be careful not to pull.” Splash added, reaching out and stroking his blonde locks. “Wow, it’s softer than it looks. Might inquire what you do with it? Do you wash it, groom it?”

                      a cruel selection.