[Erhard's lips press into a thin line as well, but he doesn't smile. He never does, why start now? It's to his benefit that he doesn't feel fear the way most people do, rarely shows it outwardly, but this is one of those rare moments where apprehension kicks all of his analytical faculties into high gear.
Of course, those faculties are still screaming that this is impossible, it's not medical science, it's not happening. If he accepts it, then all his denials will come crashing down at once, and certainly that will trigger an identity crisis the likes of which he can't imagine. It will force him to acknowledge that he was made to suffer at some cruel creator's whim, no omniscient god but a flawed human being.
Red eyes meet red eyes. For a moment, Erhard wonders if he's always been a monster and only now realizes it from looking into an inhuman mirror. Natsuno has always been quiet, an observer on the fringes. Is he actually one of their captors?]
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Of course, those faculties are still screaming that this is impossible, it's not medical science, it's not happening. If he accepts it, then all his denials will come crashing down at once, and certainly that will trigger an identity crisis the likes of which he can't imagine. It will force him to acknowledge that he was made to suffer at some cruel creator's whim, no omniscient god but a flawed human being.
Red eyes meet red eyes. For a moment, Erhard wonders if he's always been a monster and only now realizes it from looking into an inhuman mirror. Natsuno has always been quiet, an observer on the fringes. Is he actually one of their captors?]
... what are you...?