The Truth Is There

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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!’