None like this. In stories, perhaps? There are always stories of creatures who can pretend to be the ones you love. I've never - you did hear it, didn't you? A man's voice? He sounded so much like a man I once knew.
[It had sounded like Lews. Dead Lews. Wretched Lews. It had sounded like Lews at the end, pathetic with madness. A shiver of disgust runs through her, but her curiosity grows. She wants to see it; stand a little closer, see what manner of thing she has never seen before.
Idly, she realises she's bordering terribly close to Mog's curiosity here. ]
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None like this. In stories, perhaps? There are always stories of creatures who can pretend to be the ones you love. I've never - you did hear it, didn't you? A man's voice? He sounded so much like a man I once knew.
[It had sounded like Lews. Dead Lews. Wretched Lews. It had sounded like Lews at the end, pathetic with madness. A shiver of disgust runs through her, but her curiosity grows. She wants to see it; stand a little closer, see what manner of thing she has never seen before.
Idly, she realises she's bordering terribly close to Mog's curiosity here. ]