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PEOPLE SAY HE IS A HUMAN.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Oh why of course you will believe them once they say so, for why should you doubt an appearance that looks so normal? Fair skin, shades of brown on every side of hair, reflection of salmon color that will reach everyone’s eyesight once they take a glance toward his orbs
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—ah, pardon. It’s not like you’re going to pay attention this much, for you never care about someone else more than yourself. Those who granted life are SELF-CENTERED no matter how much you try to deny, no matter how much you grant hate upon yourself more than toward anyone else, for even the hate itself is already one kind of attention, no?



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TAVIS ARCHIBALD──GREMIA,

IS A HUMAN?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He should be, yes. But have you known that he was born merely from someone's mana? That person was lonely, you see, so he wanted some company. But who was he, arrogantly making life while his whole existence is nowhere near like a god? Those who granted life are self-centered, and why yes we are also talking about him, and Gremia himself. Have you seen the drip of sympathy from his eyes? Have you seen the hint of empathy when you show him your long-made scars? The boy is empty, my Child. And oh, you might catch him out of guard once we say this, but another reason why he takes this journey is to search for something to fill him──his heart, his soul? Because, you see? He is but a curious child. How does it feel to be utterly happy, how does it feel to be furious, or sad? How does it feel to be alive? The boy is lost, the boy seeks nothing but answer, so nevertheless, we hope you're not surprised once you suddenly catch him acting aggressive.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Then, why does his whole existence look so much like human? The warmth on his skin doesn't lie. The heartbeat on his chest is never made out of delusion. Well, my Child, here's a hint: In this world, it's all about to eat or to be eaten.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀My world is aready destroyed, his mind would say. I don't mind dying, his mouth would say. Don’t you know, everytime we heard those sentences we would let out the ugliest laugh? Approach him, and you will understand. Inside the quietude of his voice that makes us wonder if he will crush his throat once he screams, inside the frail of his shoulders that makes us wonder if he will break his bones once we force hands to pressure his body, there breathes a ( faint? ) hint of life.

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so what can he do with the FRAGILE body of his?



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──────────⠀HE BLOOMS

BONES FROM HIS SKIN.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Oh, did we say that bones bloom from his skin? Ahaha, pardon, they’re not really from the skin, actually. Try to watch him closer, and you will see how the faintest hint of mana engulfed the particular area of his skin before bones emerged, making shape, flaunting claws, and teeth, and danger. Should he want to, he can transfer the mana to cover the bones, making them stronger and impenetrable. As you can see, it’s quite useful for defense, but it’s a reckless ability if he goes for offense.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Are the bones close to limitless? Why no, my Dear. In fact, they’re 206 in total. The total of one human adult’s bones. We asked where did he take those from, and after a moment of ticking clock, afer a moment of unpleasant breathing, he finally answered.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“They are from my long, shattered world.”

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