Lise was never one to hold a grudge. Granted, she had never once had an experience that could warrant such a thing to manifest, but as a child, she never expected herself to be able to harbor such an intense amount of hatred for any object or person without growing tired of it. It was simply too boring to hate something for anything longer than a few days, or maybe even a week if it really warranted such hatred. And throughout her stay in the orphanage, Lise was content in simply following whatever her betters had told her to do. They were nice people, and the older kids played with her a bunch whenever she wanted.
That was, of course, until she was drafted as a Nenner.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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