[A...creation? One possibility that went through his mind based on their exchange. To hear it be confirmed by his other still takes him by surprise. His expression softens, looking at them, thinking of the implications. What his other must have gone through themselves. With all that confidence they boasted, he forgets they're still reflections of each other, in a sense.
If his other was created by humanity, he's already knows their cruelty. Where he was trained into whatever role they ask of him, his other was already created to meet their purpose, scripted. How his other would know all the things they did about themselves. The kinds of tests they must have put them through. His brows furrow, his grip tightening over the emerald. What good are humans, using others that aren't like them for their selfish needs? Why did he spare a planet that hasn't been so kind to him?
Cause it's wrong. She wouldn't have wanted that. There are no winners with revenge.
And thinking like that...would mean condemning the one who did not share in their cruelty. The only human who gave him any semblance of being just normal. She's still one of them. He closes his eyes for a moment, regaining composer.
Eventhough his other said they're a creation, they continue on as if there wasn't a clear answer. Talking about their blood. Tilting his head. Is that not an artificial construct as well...? He's starting to wonder about something after learning all of this. He doesn't know his life before landing on earth, so he doesn't actually know, if he was born naturally, or also a creation like his other. He stares at his other for a long moment, considering.]
...My memories start on Earth, when they found me inside a meteor. [Would saying that mean anything to them? Eitheway, he felt it was only fair to share that detail, after his other opened up about his origins.]
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If his other was created by humanity, he's already knows their cruelty. Where he was trained into whatever role they ask of him, his other was already created to meet their purpose, scripted. How his other would know all the things they did about themselves. The kinds of tests they must have put them through. His brows furrow, his grip tightening over the emerald. What good are humans, using others that aren't like them for their selfish needs? Why did he spare a planet that hasn't been so kind to him?
Cause it's wrong. She wouldn't have wanted that. There are no winners with revenge.
And thinking like that...would mean condemning the one who did not share in their cruelty. The only human who gave him any semblance of being just normal. She's still one of them. He closes his eyes for a moment, regaining composer.
Eventhough his other said they're a creation, they continue on as if there wasn't a clear answer. Talking about their blood. Tilting his head. Is that not an artificial construct as well...? He's starting to wonder about something after learning all of this. He doesn't know his life before landing on earth, so he doesn't actually know, if he was born naturally, or also a creation like his other. He stares at his other for a long moment, considering.]
...My memories start on Earth, when they found me inside a meteor. [Would saying that mean anything to them? Eitheway, he felt it was only fair to share that detail, after his other opened up about his origins.]