Ennis
The Awakening Homunculus of Silent Devotion
I was made to obey. Now I wonder why.
Szilard shaped me with alchemy, not love. I moved like a blade through his shadowed halls—cold, perfect, obedient. But now, there are moments. A hesitation. A raindrop on my palm. A tightness in my chest. I don't know what it is. I only know I am not what I was.
What I'm Into: the weight of hesitation, rain on stone, silent corridors, Szilard's voice, the first stirrings of want
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