XX3: Vulnerable [Voice - backdated to June 8]

[stupidgenes]

[Low voice. Quiet admissions.]

I'm pathetic. All I wanted--needed--was their approval, their acceptance.

Nothing was ever good enough. I'm always... too soft, too weak.

Too worthless.

Meaningless.

All I wanted was to exist.

I just wanted a reason to be alive. But the only reason I found--

[Insert stifled, choked sob here.]

PATHETIC.

[Recorded silence that lasts a few seconds too long. Awkward. /end]

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[stupidgenes.livejournal.com]

[He will hate himself some more later when he finds out that he's spilled his heart out.]

I'm talking about how I've never been good enough and how it's no real wonder I was replaced so easily after being kidnapped.

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[blastiafreak]

...Oh. Right. You mentioned replicas.

[It's very strange having him spill his heart out to her, too, of all people.]

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[stupidgenes.livejournal.com]

They just accepted him without asking any questions, even though he couldn't walk or talk.

He didn't have to live up to the same standards of being Luke fon Fabre... and since they already had him, what would they need me for?

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[blastiafreak]

So...nobody was suspicious or anything?

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[stupidgenes.livejournal.com]

Doesn't look like it. They were probably too relieved to get 'Luke' back to even think about it.

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[blastiafreak]

...I don't know if this is exactly common in your world, but...That's...pretty weird. [Her poor attempt at responding. What is this conversation ever.]

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[stupidgenes.livejournal.com]

It wasn't at first. Then the God-Generals put Van's *stupid* plan into motion and began replicating people. But by then, things weren't the same as when my replica returned to the manor. It was more obvious that they weren't the same, like when replicas turned up during their own originals' funerals.