The urge some daemons get to socialise - I don't understand it. I cannot think what there is to talk about but the humans. Perhaps that seems pathetic at a glance, but who do you think I am? Or is the real question who do you think I'm not? The answer is simpler than people try to make it. I am the inside that focusses on the inside. I am she. You cannot look to the left leg and expect it to function apart from the whole. You cannot look to the daemon and expect the human to make itself absent.
On the whole, it seems easier to converse with the one who has mouth and fingers. You will hear from me - when you speak to her.
-Killy
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