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[heavenfell]

[She has never been ill before in this form. Oh she has been stabbed, chained and condemned, but never infected. Her eyes are dark - sullen - and she is reclining in bed.]

They call this a plague and I believe them. [Truth be told, she might have endured multiple plagues as a human. Shouldn't she have some immunity to them now?

Her appearance is not as bad as it could be, but she is looking gloomy and disheveled. She also doesn't seem to give a damn about giving a good presentation.]

Humans are incredible. They seem so fragile, but they endure. I hope you don't forget that you have the strength it takes to overcome. Plagues have never wiped out the entirety of humanity.

[Alexiel stretches onto her back, her head haloed by her dark curls.]

Bubonic, small pox, measles, typhus, syphilis, viral hemorrhagic fever... You survived them all. This one can hardly compare. [Even if she is feeling miserable too. She turns her head away stubbornly, arrogant in the face of the disease.]

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[heavenfell]

[He has astute senses and Alexiel certainly isn't hiding her nature. She has been forced to do that for far too long. His appearance perplexes and intrigues her. Is he human?]

Are you one of those? [There must be some logical explanation for the mask and the...smoking...right? She rolls to rest her cheek on her hand.] Human achievements are almost as remarkable as humans themselves.

[Ah. A clue there?] What would you say makes you human?

[hellshot]

[He's something human-shaped, isn't that enough for most people? He gives a bit of a dry, husky chuckle when she asks him those questions, and he doesn't need much time to think about it.]

Wouldn't call me 'one of those,' no. Closer to the truth would be to say I'm the result of someone elses' curiosity or desperation to achieve something.

[Science was a marvel? Hah, yeah, when you're not the subject of it.]

What makes me human? That's a good question. Can't say I've ever thought about it. But if I guess I were to answer it, I'd say what makes me human is that I still have drive and motivation.

A pretty human trait, wouldn't you say?

[heavenfell]

[He is becoming more interesting by the moment! Alexiel stretches out, a wild curl of dark hair brushing against her feverish cheek. If nothing else, he is a welcome distraction from her sick misery.]

Curiosity or desperation? The former implies there is no pressing reason for your existence. The latter implies the opposite.

[Tell her about it.]

No other creation has drive or motivation? I disagree. I would not have been condemned if I had neither of those traits.

[hellshot]

[He doesn't do it on purpose, he swears. He doesn't seem to move an inch on the video screen, the only indication that this isn't a recording being the smoke that seems to pool out from around his mask gets heavier when the man speaks.]

Hah. Wrong on at least one count. My existence? Probably a drop in the bucket compared to the amount of people this could have been done to. Desperation to keep me alive? No. More like desperation to push science beyond it's boundaries on a twisted wish to prove humanity can still evolve.

[God, he can hear Moira's mad rantings, even now.]

Might be different on your planet, then. Since I've come here, I've met dozens of people who wouldn't exist back on mine. Other than Omnics, sentient life is pretty much one flavour. You don't get things like me without making a whole lot of mistakes.

[heavenfell]

[When angels are broken down to their simplest part(s), they really are nothing more than light, smoke and mist. Or, in her brother's case, a crystal.]

They seek higher beings? [That sounds eerily familiar.] That path won't lead to happiness or fulfillment. Humans can be both divine and profane. I would not be where I am without them. Evolution might bring certain traits to light, but they have always been there.

[Alexiel would throw the brakes on that search.]

I'm sorry. [And she is.] But I disagree. You are not only composed of mistakes. Rise above them and seek your heart's desire.