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RE: A Dark Heart
Quietly glanced about the empty walls of the house. This was madness, as it were. Was he who he was, or was he not? The doors would not respond. Internally Simon qualled. Externally most people admired his composure, even if he wasn't the bravest or strongest. Simon was always Simon to them. It was that pillar that allowed his brother Richard to bounce off the walls to grow.
Yet now, these very same fingers that were his had been altered. He could feel the changes. In truth, the only thing that truly bothered him was the lack of taste. The skills were all there, but the taste of the food was gone. It made that aspect of his senses dull in his mind. So he experimented quietly in the Kitchen. There wouldn't be that close of an eye. He would add different Ingredients together. Slowly experimenting with all things. Bugs. Worms. Blood. Just a tiny bit.
Thinking back of the Monster Lab that he had so kindly provided for his own Kin and Cabal, Simon Blanched. Would they Dissect him too? He had been bold and blunt to Rebecca, but that was because he genuinely didn't know. The confidence of self wasn't fractured. Simon WAS Simon. He just didn't know what kind of Simon he was yet. That was what was bothering him. Nibbling on the various little stews he made, trying to figure the answer while hiding his own experimentation.
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