The stoic twin immediately fell silent as I turned around to face them. I steeled myself as I saw Anna's heartbroken face, while Mathilde's own features mirrored my own calm facade as she stood resolutely by her sister's side. I had realized that I had completely taken control of the conversation by now, successfully deflecting the earlier question about my supposedly uncanny ability.
I felt sick doing this to them.
"Why take my word at face value?" I started my piece, the confusion in my tone palpable even to myself as I addressed the two. "Why do you guys keep following me despite everything?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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