The Truth Is There
Oct. 29th, 2010 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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‘You’re not who you’re supposed to be.’
The words – whispered softly in the back of her mind by people she can’t name or connect to a face – suggest something is wrong.
‘You can’t let them know.’
Know what?
‘He will protect you like he did me.’
The last one is murmured as the white-haired man comes near her. Kilo – Kagome – is filled with a sense of… something. An emotion she can’t name. Actives are blank slates; actives don’t have emotion.
So why does she frown when that person who sounds so much like her says he cared for the voice who isn’t really a person at all?
It’s all quite confusing, really.
Can a doll be confused?
She wonders and wants to know why she feels when it seems nobody else does; she opens her mouth to ask the nice man but the words choke her and she falls silent.
The man looks at her so sadly; her heart hurts. It’s like she can’t breathe but when she tries to explain it the words come out wrong, a story of a puzzle she did earlier but she lost a few of the pieces…
“Are you ready for your treatment?”
‘No!’
