⠀⠀ ⠀ nunquam genitus desiderem.
' a ballad that sounded like someone's heart was being ripped out... i̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲y̲ ̲h̲a̲d̲ ̲o̲n̲e̲,̲ ̲t̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲i̲s̲.̲ '
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀،✦՚ — POLUMNIA OMNIA (I) . . .
" Hold on to what is yours with all your might: squeeze it between your fingers until they turn red. Mold it into the shape of your fist, make it fuse with every pore of your skin ── if you lose it, you can never get it back.
Your heart, I mean.
Or at least, what pretends to be your heart.
So bright and full of power, the electricity of the gnosis can make your porcelain skin tingle. That 'heart' which was once taken from you will finally come back to you... though was it ever really yours?
Only you could give answer to that question. "
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ . . .
It seems that the puppet did not wish to find an answer. His mouth tasted like blood, and those artifacts on his back were beginning to weigh more than doctor said they would.
When would this nightmare end?
His eyes shifted to the dendro archon, who seemed to be forming words in front of him. None of the hissed phrases from her lips could reach the false god.
An irrational fear opened the hole where his heart should be, and overflowed like vomit.
What could he be possibly fearing, if he was holding so tightly his beloved gnosis?
Oh... wait.
