This wasn't uncommon, but it still hurt so bad every time it came up..

Every thought tugged at Nick's heart strings.. (If he even had them. He wasn't sure anymore.) But it didn't stop the thoughts from coming full force.

He wasn't a human, he wasn't a person. He was... He was a thing. Pretending to be someone he's not. A hunk of plastic, a pile of scrap metal. With a face, and a voice. Ones that mimic someone long gone, lost to time.

He wasn't Nick. He was some... Object made to look like him, think like him, actually like him. But that didn't make him Nick.

And if that was the case, what was he? "God... What am I..?" Nick finally mutters aloud to the dark, empty room. Yellow eyes glowing softly in the dim lighting.

Nick had been so lost in his own thoughts, he hadn't even seemed to notice Nate walking in...