I can never do that again. I must not. I know first hand what a lack of control does. I must always conduct myself with even a little restraint, lest any of that repeat again.
I know exactly what I am. Without restraint, it is terrifying. Even if I behave unrestrained, the room I linger in must act as those restraints for me. Fortunately, my ship is perfect for that, and I use it as such.
I already behave more or less as I please outside of that one aspect. It is enough.
And what are the results from your lack of control, exactly? Do people get hurt, cities levelled, feelings hurt? There are so many outcomes nowadays for any kind of inhuman creature that it truly could be anything.
Come to think of it - what are you?
What if.. How do they say it. Ah! I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
Using a genitalia reference for something like this? Interesting.
When my power was in its infancy, it caused over a hundred deaths as a result of mass drowning. My beloved was among one of the casualties. One of two people I ever cared about. The second, my mother, has long since passed of old age.
Now, I could probably level the world if I left everything unchecked. It took me a great deal of time to handle even hardy things like metal without breaking them into particles finer than sand.
My cells could also infect anyone who breathes them in, turning them into what I am. They swarm any cells not their own like a plague, altering them down to their roots and rapidly spreading throughout the body. With that many meat-devouring predators, the balance of the world would doubtlessly be tipped beyond its ability to return to equilibrium.
I am a half-alien, obligate carnivore, who requires specific proteins in my diet, easily gathered from large animals during a hunt. But there was a time where I thought to devour my own kind, that hunger was so great.
Shapeshifting consumes a great amount of energy, after all.
Given what you've told me, I see that I am right. Your restraint comes from the same fear of a loss of control as every other monster on the planet - all your inhibitions are fuelled by the concern that you might hurt an innocent with what you truly are.
So tell me how it was that you came to be, mon ami. Were you born, or made?
I was born this way in an artificial womb, after people decided they wanted to play god with matter that they did not understand. They injected the fertilized egg I was borne from with those cells. And were disappointed with the outcome, fortunately for me.
My state hid itself like a chameleon until I was older, dormant. Had they not, I would have been forged into a living weapon for the government, or worse.
Ah, humans do so love to play with things beyond their scope. It's one of the things I find so interesting about them. Surely they considered the idea that they might be dissatisfied with you, and yet there was no plan for what to do with you - their little failed passion project. And they call us monsters.
It seems to me, though, that you make no conscious decisions to be a monster. Every mishap you have told me about has been a ripple in the water from your actions, not by your hand itself. I would hardly call you a monster for that. Merely quite unlucky.
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I can never do that again. I must not. I know first hand what a lack of control does. I must always conduct myself with even a little restraint, lest any of that repeat again.
I know exactly what I am. Without restraint, it is terrifying. Even if I behave unrestrained, the room I linger in must act as those restraints for me. Fortunately, my ship is perfect for that, and I use it as such.
I already behave more or less as I please outside of that one aspect. It is enough.
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Come to think of it - what are you?
What if.. How do they say it. Ah! I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
cw: death, drowning, cannibalism reference
When my power was in its infancy, it caused over a hundred deaths as a result of mass drowning. My beloved was among one of the casualties. One of two people I ever cared about. The second, my mother, has long since passed of old age.
Now, I could probably level the world if I left everything unchecked. It took me a great deal of time to handle even hardy things like metal without breaking them into particles finer than sand.
My cells could also infect anyone who breathes them in, turning them into what I am. They swarm any cells not their own like a plague, altering them down to their roots and rapidly spreading throughout the body. With that many meat-devouring predators, the balance of the world would doubtlessly be tipped beyond its ability to return to equilibrium.
I am a half-alien, obligate carnivore, who requires specific proteins in my diet, easily gathered from large animals during a hunt. But there was a time where I thought to devour my own kind, that hunger was so great.
Shapeshifting consumes a great amount of energy, after all.
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Given what you've told me, I see that I am right. Your restraint comes from the same fear of a loss of control as every other monster on the planet - all your inhibitions are fuelled by the concern that you might hurt an innocent with what you truly are.
So tell me how it was that you came to be, mon ami. Were you born, or made?
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I was born this way in an artificial womb, after people decided they wanted to play god with matter that they did not understand. They injected the fertilized egg I was borne from with those cells. And were disappointed with the outcome, fortunately for me.
My state hid itself like a chameleon until I was older, dormant. Had they not, I would have been forged into a living weapon for the government, or worse.
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It seems to me, though, that you make no conscious decisions to be a monster. Every mishap you have told me about has been a ripple in the water from your actions, not by your hand itself. I would hardly call you a monster for that. Merely quite unlucky.