[ He nods a few times, quickly and quietly leaving the room, standing outside the door as if on guard. He did not like that room, he didn't like it but he had no idea why. His fiddling with the necklace increased and he frowned. Something in his mind was itching
A small...with white hair...red eyes...a marble. Someone tried to grab it, but it was his!
Red...a different kind of red.
He shut his eyes. He wasn't allowed to remember. It was bad to remember the past, the formula should be taking care of that. But why wasn't it? Perhaps...he should talk to this family. A fighter was suppose to report times when they weren't functioning the way they should after all. Maybe they would figure out what was wrong with him and fix him.
He looked down the hall, but made no movement. He was told to wait outside for his master, so he shall. ]
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A small...with white hair...red eyes...a marble. Someone tried to grab it, but it was his!
Red...a different kind of red.
He shut his eyes. He wasn't allowed to remember. It was bad to remember the past, the formula should be taking care of that. But why wasn't it? Perhaps...he should talk to this family. A fighter was suppose to report times when they weren't functioning the way they should after all. Maybe they would figure out what was wrong with him and fix him.
He looked down the hall, but made no movement. He was told to wait outside for his master, so he shall. ]