Bad taste is really somewhat of an understatement, though. Considering that one of the people I was closest to back home tried to kill and-or maim me on at least... hmm. Three separate occasions?
[having the advantage of being the stronger one helped keep the numbers down]
...ah. I'm not sure how to put it...
He was mad, essentially. He was a- a construct, and his makers... I don't even know how to describe what they did to him, but it was unbelievable cruelty for the pettiest of reasons, and it resulted in his mind snapping. He ended up taking interest in me due to our situations being somewhat similar, and then interest in my father because he offered to fix him.
My father did— he specialized in the type of construct KaITO was, so he was able to repair what his creators had damaged.
[he pronounces the name a little differently from his own, with more emphasis on the second syllable]
It didn't make everything better. He still had to live with the memories of what was done to him, and what he had done to others, and that sort of thing leaves its own damage. But he stopped being a danger to himself and others.
Not quite— it's spelled differently. That sort of coincidence was fairly common at home, though; there was a set of ten or so names and faces that nearly everyone seemed to fall into. It made for some spectacular cases of mistaken identity.
You don't know the half of it. It makes dealing with some of this place's mischief a good deal easier, though; I'm so used to recognizing people by things other than their faces that things like... I don't know, body alterations don't give me too much pause.
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was_no_monster) wrote2014-08-27 10:13 pm
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Ah... thank you?
Bad taste is really somewhat of an understatement, though. Considering that one of the people I was closest to back home tried to kill and-or maim me on at least... hmm. Three separate occasions?
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Ah.... Why?
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...ah. I'm not sure how to put it...
He was mad, essentially. He was a- a construct, and his makers... I don't even know how to describe what they did to him, but it was unbelievable cruelty for the pettiest of reasons, and it resulted in his mind snapping. He ended up taking interest in me due to our situations being somewhat similar, and then interest in my father because he offered to fix him.
We were successful at that, eventually.
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[he pronounces the name a little differently from his own, with more emphasis on the second syllable]
It didn't make everything better. He still had to live with the memories of what was done to him, and what he had done to others, and that sort of thing leaves its own damage. But he stopped being a danger to himself and others.
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[Wow please tell me that wild imagining I just had is wrong.]
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Not quite— it's spelled differently. That sort of coincidence was fairly common at home, though; there was a set of ten or so names and faces that nearly everyone seemed to fall into. It made for some spectacular cases of mistaken identity.
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You don't know the half of it. It makes dealing with some of this place's mischief a good deal easier, though; I'm so used to recognizing people by things other than their faces that things like... I don't know, body alterations don't give me too much pause.
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...Although there is one person here that I do match, oddly enough. Only our faces, but...
[shrugging]
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