"That is correct. This is the exact shape I was made in. I have not changed much from then, to now."
Albedo is quiet and still while Sephiroth explains. He keeps his hands folded flat against his thighs, teal eyes set on the other with an unreadable expression. There's a lot running through his mind, but none of it he really knows how to translate into expression. That all of this rings in oddly familiar ways he's never heard someone else express before.
"We are not so dissimilar, you and I." His gaze comes back to focus as he speaks, drawing himself out of thinking too much. He could get lost in it for hours, but that wouldn't be kind or fair to Sephiroth. "So yes, I do understand. As an alchemist, I have no love of nation or creed. My loyalty was only to my master, a strict and... well, rather cold, woman by the name of Rhinedottir. I was considered her greatest work, the pinnacle of alchemical excellence. A homunculus with a soul. Human life, transmuted from the dark of the earth." A beat, Albedo seeming to gather his thoughts some, and idly, he touches the star shaped mark on his throat.
"Even so, if I failed, if I slipped in any way, she would not hesitate to leave me to my fate. Such was the passing of many of the other failures before me. I was... I am simply a tool, an achievement. I would very much like to believe my creator... my mother, if you will, loved me. But that is a very far leap of logic, perhaps a chasm too great even to hope on. So I do not cling to the notion any longer. I worked with her on her research, creating all forms of life, in the shape of monsters and beasts. Terrible things that plagued my former world. At the time, I had not the ability to understand my actions beyond her orders. I simply preformed what was asked of me. It was not until, one day, she told me I had no more to learn, that my final task was without her, that she vanished." Albedo shakes his head, and lets his gaze drift to the sky that still offer nothing but strange rain. So much of his master's actions still elude him as to why.
"I still do not know what she meant by her parting words to me. There was, is, so much left to learn. I am still learning the simplest things of being 'human.' To be created as a tool, an instrument to purpose, I believe I understand the same way you do. We are products of the whims of others. My condolences to us both, I suppose."
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Albedo is quiet and still while Sephiroth explains. He keeps his hands folded flat against his thighs, teal eyes set on the other with an unreadable expression. There's a lot running through his mind, but none of it he really knows how to translate into expression. That all of this rings in oddly familiar ways he's never heard someone else express before.
"We are not so dissimilar, you and I." His gaze comes back to focus as he speaks, drawing himself out of thinking too much. He could get lost in it for hours, but that wouldn't be kind or fair to Sephiroth. "So yes, I do understand. As an alchemist, I have no love of nation or creed. My loyalty was only to my master, a strict and... well, rather cold, woman by the name of Rhinedottir. I was considered her greatest work, the pinnacle of alchemical excellence. A homunculus with a soul. Human life, transmuted from the dark of the earth." A beat, Albedo seeming to gather his thoughts some, and idly, he touches the star shaped mark on his throat.
"Even so, if I failed, if I slipped in any way, she would not hesitate to leave me to my fate. Such was the passing of many of the other failures before me. I was... I am simply a tool, an achievement. I would very much like to believe my creator... my mother, if you will, loved me. But that is a very far leap of logic, perhaps a chasm too great even to hope on. So I do not cling to the notion any longer. I worked with her on her research, creating all forms of life, in the shape of monsters and beasts. Terrible things that plagued my former world. At the time, I had not the ability to understand my actions beyond her orders. I simply preformed what was asked of me. It was not until, one day, she told me I had no more to learn, that my final task was without her, that she vanished." Albedo shakes his head, and lets his gaze drift to the sky that still offer nothing but strange rain. So much of his master's actions still elude him as to why.
"I still do not know what she meant by her parting words to me. There was, is, so much left to learn. I am still learning the simplest things of being 'human.' To be created as a tool, an instrument to purpose, I believe I understand the same way you do. We are products of the whims of others. My condolences to us both, I suppose."