"Still, is this really my fate?"
I found myself asking this every time I found myself staring into empty space. I'm sure that the twins found it disconcerting whenever they saw me seemingly unresponsive staring at the wall like I had nothing left to live for, but that was just my problem. I was kind of having an existential crisis at the moment on top of being bored out of my mind. This Rouge... Did he have a family? Friends? Hell, maybe even a lover out there somewhere? Who knows? It sure as hell wouldn't be me after I apparently hijacked his body against his will.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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