“Still……...Still….These feet, while they are yours now, are wrecked with the same sleep your head is wrapped in…..”

The towering collection of flesh, scars, and steel held you gently, brushing his hands over your head. Warmth spread through your bones and rumbling shook each stitch on your skin. This felt…..right?

Leaning into the ghost of three fingers across your cheek and neck, a chill of unknown intensity coursed through you.

“You content me…..We are simply halves of a perfect whole….Not a shred of wickedness coils in your heart.”

There was another in this lab, one who made himself short and silent. You did not know his face, yet your full attention was captured by this one-so similar to you. He taught you to stand and hold his hand.

“Come. Come. We must be away. Careful of the path, dearest star. Let us depart safely and commence our journey.”