- ....

- ....

- ....you can stop looking at me like that

-So you are ignoring me

-...i'd rather not interact with the likes of you

-Why such disdain? We are kin, are we not?

-Kin? You and I? I wouldn't be so sure.

-We come from the same place. Is that not kinship?

-You are a creature of deception and deceit; I am a manifestation of brutalistic truth. You and I are kin in the way moths and butterflies are kindred.

-And yet in this logic, you have admitted we are kin. Though we differ in appearance and function, we are still part of the same thread of exsistence.

-How's this for brutalistic truth; I don't like you. Stop talking to me.

-HahahHAHAHAHAHA! I was wondering if mine eyes had deceived me! It turns out they see true. Your nature is as it appears to me. Now I question if you can truly see mine, or if your age has dulled your senses.

-....

-Scoff and click thine tongue as you wish, but know that I am simple in my nature, just the same as you.

-I am a beholder of beauty, no matter how twisted it may be. For beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.

-Enough with your semantics. Go twist someone else's mind, i'm not here for you.

-Yes. Instead you're here for....

-Don't. Touch him.

-He'll actually feel it if you do.

-...Oh. Well aren't you the little winner.