[Once, Ciel asked her if she had a heart. She does; right now it is a fake, human imitation. It beats and it keeps her mobile and keeps the circuits in her head going. She may supernatural, but she is made-up by atoms too. Evolved, some would say. Old news, Hannah would argue.
Downgrading to simplicity suited her Father best. Hannah has never been simple.
She stands at his side dutifully, and she thinks carefully. ]
He was. He has a room, here. Every crevice of it has a lingering piece of him.
[She blinks. There is a twinge in her chest. Hannah Anafeloz lies. She is starting to wonder what is the point. (She doesn't want to admit that she left Alois and Claude behind). ]
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Downgrading to simplicity suited her Father best. Hannah has never been simple.
She stands at his side dutifully, and she thinks carefully. ]
He was. He has a room, here. Every crevice of it has a lingering piece of him.
[She blinks. There is a twinge in her chest. Hannah Anafeloz lies. She is starting to wonder what is the point. (She doesn't want to admit that she left Alois and Claude behind). ]