"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes."
~Walt Whitman
Vasilisa Smirnov
The cool breeze whistled through the trees and the night air as Alexei and I sat side by side, the flames that once burned bright dwindled to fleeting wisps of smoke. He seemed lost in thought, confused-disturbed even. Come to think of it, he had been behaving strangely. Sure, he essentially behaved like a robot who had a few bolts and screws loose in its hardware but for him that was normalcy. Right now, he behaved like someone with actual feelings. Someone normal.
Normal
