Okay, says Pancakes, more than a little frenetic at this point, I am intervening, mistress. This is an intervention. That is the DEVIL.
"My shell cannot be unmade," she says it without inflection. It is a constant of the universe, immutable. Just as she is. Her being has been carved into the universe for longer than any vermin can remember. "And nor can I."
Your shell can still be HURT. And I can feel that TOO, Pancakes cries with ever-increasing desperation.
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Okay, says Pancakes, more than a little frenetic at this point, I am intervening, mistress. This is an intervention. That is the DEVIL.
"My shell cannot be unmade," she says it without inflection. It is a constant of the universe, immutable. Just as she is. Her being has been carved into the universe for longer than any vermin can remember. "And nor can I."
Your shell can still be HURT. And I can feel that TOO, Pancakes cries with ever-increasing desperation.