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"People appreciate it when they try. When you're not gibbering like a god damn animal."
Wendy glances up at your antlers, then back at you, then your antlers. You suddenly realize that 'animal' probably wasn't the best term. "Oh. Yeah. Animal, huh?"
You're starting to lose your patience here. "Yes. I'm a fucking animal. I have antlers. I have fur growing in weird places under here. I have anomalous powers that let me throw shit with my mind and SUMMON GHOST THINGS, WENDY." You try your best to not grab her throat, instead placing your hands on her shoulder. "Where do you think my powers came from? Do you think I have them because I have excellent self control either?"
"I'm a freak just like the rest of the things in the facility. Why don't you hate me, then?"
"Because you're me, even if it's just one voice. Because we share a similar past. Because if I were to hate you, wouldn't I be hating myself then?" A bitter, tired laugh oozes out of Wendy with every sentence she says. "With the others, they're monsters. Twisted parodies of humans. Magical girls, giant centipedes, flesh trees, comically evil murderers."
"You should hate the monsters in the night." Her voice gets quieter by the second. "And if you were one, and I somehow felt a connection, what does that mean for everything else I've thought and done against them? What excuse do I have?"
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Anomalies may have come from human thought in some way but they are not humans. They will never be.
[ANOMALOUS ABILITIES] Yet you think even she knows, on a subconscious level, where anomalies came from.
You let go of her shoulders. "I won't judge you for that. Perhaps it is a good idea to fear them. I just want you to realize the dissonance in between liking ME and hating THEM, you know?" Wendy doesn't respond to what you said but you keep on going. "And you should realize why I can't remove my mask when MY outbursts have the potential to do so much worse."
"I." Wendy tries to start a sentence but she immediately loses her train of thought. It's clear she's never really had someone directly confront her about all of this.
"You might see a mask but ultimately, when don't we wear masks? I talk to you differently to Naomi, or Kiara, or Casey. Or to my other friends. These voices in my head, these masks I wear, they're all still me. And all of your impulses aren't some discordant, evil voice either."
"It's you. It's always been you. It's never been anything but you."
"It's just me, huh?" <<span class="mu-b">[HUNTER OF THE CITY] She speaks the truth, sire.</span>> "Maybe you're right. It's just hard to remember that." She kneels down on the floor. You do the same.
"I get that. I do. Look, I won't pretend this conversation has fixed either of us. This is something we're stuck with for the rest of our lives. But while we're on this earth, we can at least try to be better."
"I've seen many things in this line of work. Sometimes I want to do a little good. Like making a friend."
