What does it mean to be alive? To be human? To have a soul? The questions plagued me; they fueled my wonder throughout my childhood. But then came into the world, the crushing life as an adult. The place I once loved and nurtured me to health was slowly eating away at my heart and corroding my conscience. So what did I do? Let the tragic flow of life wash me wherever it pleased? No, I'd rather be dead than bend a knee to such inescapable tyranny.
"Shamisha, grab an iron-core isolator for me," calling out to my student, my hand kept screwing the last bit of my new doll's chest. It consisted of armor made from a non-plastic amalgam of dragon hides. Aegis, that's what I called it. The most flexible metal capable of absorbing, hells, even bouncing any blow that comes its way with twice as much power.
