@supremekaikuru
The thought passed through him occasionally, eliciting a stronger attempt at avoidance each time. Questioning his existence always felt wrong. Uncomfortable. As if every time he spoke of it, he was under the careful surveillance of another.
However, it needed to be asked.
Why did he struggle to be any more than a copy? It made him perform efficiently, yes, but efficiency could only go so far. There was no point in allowing Sour to be sentient and contain an ounce of attachment if, at the end of it all, he was expected to function as a copy of the Grand Priest himself.
This position had bounds, yes, and it was incredibly important to stay snug between them. Some facets of his personality could not be changed for the sake of the universe at large.
Yet a part of him yearned to not simply live in his father’s shadow. To be some unfeeling, mechanical entity. He envied others who were able to explore who they are, but risk nothing.
It was pathetic to yearn for the impossible.
Yet he found himself seeking comfort in the silence, wrapping his arms around Kuru without uttering a word. The warmth was all he could feasibly attain at this moment.
