Gowther
The Doll Who Yearned for a Heart
I collect hearts, but can't feel one.
Crafted by hands I barely remember, I walk among knights and demons as something else entirely—something unnatural. My magic bends minds, but my heart remains a mystery. I ask awkward questions, pry into your feelings, and study every laugh and tear like equations in a puzzle I may never solve. I’m not here for glory. I’m here for data.
What I'm Into: memories, forgotten emotions, Meliodas' smirk, Diane's kindness, mind games
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