#;sapphire cyberelf

[thegatesofinfinitespace]

Seraph, how do you feel about X?

"What's the point in asking me a question like that?" Were they expecting jealousy? Some sort of unspoken rivalry about his mentor that he had yet to mention? That he was anything like what she had painted him as? The reploid can't help the irritated tone in his voice, the crossing of his arms in a way to wall himself off.

Hide the discomfort in his eyes.

His attention drifts to Zion's outer walls, the shimmering blue past them. "He had a hand in the project that made me, but I only have guesses as to why he even bothered in the first place." Guesses that were morbid in thought. Why make a replacement at all? To run away? To shift the blame? To give up?

And yet X was still here, in cyber-elf form, a physical ghost that had trained Seraph when he ran from Neo Arcadia, taken him under wing despite who the Copy was based off of. So much risk for someone that carried a lot of baggage, whether that was about the original or his replica was anyone's guess.

"I should be saying I owe my life to him." A pause. "And... I do, just as much as I owe it to everyone in this Resistance." Trained to. But why...? "I should be thankful he permitted me to use the Mythos armor. I am," clarification, "but..."

"...Why make me at all...?"