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| player = protoomega00015 | | player = protoomega00015 | ||
| nickname = Aleph | | nickname = Aleph | ||
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| organization = Sycoil R&D | | organization = Sycoil R&D | ||
| job_title = Research Associate | | job_title = Research Associate | ||
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So many tears you all can shed, sweetling. Draw closer. Hear the words. | So many tears you all can shed, sweetling. Draw closer. Hear the words. | ||
− | ''“I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong.” | + | ''“I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong.”'' |
− | '' | + | |
Hear the haunted tones, sweet one. Does your simian heart break when you hear the young man chanting? | Hear the haunted tones, sweet one. Does your simian heart break when you hear the young man chanting? | ||
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A young boy of fourteen begins to awaken, as all your kind do. But his eyes do not turn to the soft curves and bright giggles of the women around him. No, though his life would be easier if they did! His gaze is drawn by the sharper lines of male forms, angles and planes. | A young boy of fourteen begins to awaken, as all your kind do. But his eyes do not turn to the soft curves and bright giggles of the women around him. No, though his life would be easier if they did! His gaze is drawn by the sharper lines of male forms, angles and planes. | ||
− | Initiate the house-is-not-a-home spectrum. | + | '''Initiate the house-is-not-a-home spectrum.''' |
The boy sits on the floor of his room. Do you see the barren shelves, sweetling? Do you see the man and woman standing in front of the boy, one holding a leatherbound book, both praying and sobbing? Not all families are made of love, sweet one. | The boy sits on the floor of his room. Do you see the barren shelves, sweetling? Do you see the man and woman standing in front of the boy, one holding a leatherbound book, both praying and sobbing? Not all families are made of love, sweet one. |