[ He closes his eye for a moment, trying to put words to what stirs inside him, ripples through a deep, dark ocean. They weren't exactly feelings, no - the void ensured that he would never hold such things again; but if puppets could emulate a facsimile of emotion, then perhaps this would be it. ]
I'll... take this one.
[ Those who are broken will always be cast out. Someone must be there to save them, someone who exists at the end of all things....
.... I will be the one to save you.
He scratches the cat's ears, his touch surprisingly gentle. ]
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I'll... take this one.
[ Those who are broken will always be cast out. Someone must be there to save them, someone who exists at the end of all things....
.... I will be the one to save you.
He scratches the cat's ears, his touch surprisingly gentle. ]