"... It's not that the Young Lord's fragments have their own personality Atrax, it is merely his o —"
[!!]
Valeria suddenly stopped speaking as she felt a chill run down her matte spine, as if a long forked, serpentine tongue had just licked her from top to bottom.
"Hm? Why did you suddenly stop?"
"Are you not going explain the nonsense you just spouted?"
Atrax raised his eyebrow, his arms folded on his exoskeletal chest.
[What... Was that?]
Valeria wondered if she had simply imagined it, before discarding the matter and turning to Atrax.
"...As I was saying, our Young Lord's fragments are an extension of himself, a perfect copy with both his memories and experiences. "
"Therefore it is not possible for them to develop their own personalities."
Valeria explained.
"Nonsense! Then are you insinuating that Young Lord Berkah despises himself? A being so complete?!"
