Carrion: *and she turns into dis:
Obsidian: *sitting on couch with no expression to her face just looking at her*
Carrion:...*she clears her throat and speaks with the cutest, softest voice youve ever heard* ......you not scared? or sad? me confused......
Obsidian: I don't feel anything. Not anymore.
Carrion:......how dat work?
Obsidian: it's complicated.
Carrion: otay
Obsidian: so. You're made of dead animal/human flesh. Tell me about that.
Carrion:.....wew, dats jus how i am, me dont know why........wut a hooman? wut does ded mean?
Obsidian: dead means being freed from your miserable disgusting and stupid life. And yeah. Humannnn. I. Am a humannnn. (who wishes to die and get rid of the life she has on the cruel planet earth)
