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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)

Carrion:.......ok.....*proceeds to look up the dictonary definition using......a phone she pulled out of her swarming mass of biomass,....ts covered in blood and has a finger gripped onto it*.......ok.....

Obsidian: *just sitting*