"Maybe the fact that we're still here, just to suffer?"
Hey now. We're not suffering at the least. We were at least much more privileged than the common beggar, not to mention that we actually have the best of both worlds in terms of busted magic systems. And since when did you start doing references?
"Ever since I started to go through your memories," I heard Flare explain with that professional tone of hers. "And why do you even have the urge to question my behavior, Master? I thought you already chalked me up as your own alter ego?"
I sighed as I opened my eyes once more, the brightly-lit ceiling of my mindscape greeting me with the same old story as last time. I'd guess I had my eyes closed for at least a few minutes; more than enough to go to sleep, in my opinion. Looking back down, Flare's blank expression hiding behind her cup was the least of my concerns as I readjusted my seat and cracked my back for some semblance of relief.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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