A tiny flicker, almost like a heartbeat. I am at war, internally, while the battle rages on outside.
A tiny flicker, almost like a heartbeat. This is impossible, for I have no real heart. The flesh and blood organ that helps keep the human body alive. The heart that I have is mechanical, just like the rest of me.
Shion is okay, for now, but more Gnosis come. There is another man here. His dress identifies him as military personal. I will not protect him. There is Allen now, and I will protect him. However, Shion takes priority over all of them.
A tiny flicker, almost like a heartbeat. And it echoes with the Zohar that is nearby, the one we are drawing closer to with every step.
Now Shion is in danger, again. I aim, and...
The bullets rip through his flesh, as if he were made of paper. So easy, to kill. Just as easy to kill a human as it is a Gnosis.
Now she is looking at me, with those wide, sad eyes. Allen has a strange set to his face, and I register it as shock and disgust. Is it disgust with me? Has he finally figured out that he helped create a true weapon? It seems as if Shion hasn't figured this out, from what she is saying. I do not turn to her, keeping my eyes on the Zohar. Yet, she is still speaking. Perhaps she needs something to remind her...
"Shion. You forget, I am not human. I am merely a weapon."
A tiny flicker, almost like a heartbeat. It's not a heartbeat, though. So... then why does this fake heart ache when she looks at me like that?
I walk up to the Zohar, ignoring her reaction as best I can. The man that was near it backs away from me hurridly. It seems as if everyone is afraid of me. Strange, since they are the ones who created me.
I turn from the large structure to see that all eyes are on me. Their eyes still hold that disgust, that shock. A flash of hurt, a tiny flicker, then it is gone. As if it never existed.
Then the battle starts, and it doesn't matter. For now, she'll fight beside me. For now, the attention will be taken off of me. And, in time, they will forget what I am. And I will have to remind them again.
A tiny flicker, almost like a heartbeat.
The fake heart, to go with my fake sense of self.