[There's a contrast between what is known to be the usual Marianna to the one sitting in front of Vincent right now. The former was like a girl who basks in the warm rays of soft sunlight. The one that is present is paradoxical; she still wears the shell of a delicate humanoid, but her presence is dense and heavy like the blackness of her eyes and the marks across her face and her body.]
We're not the same and yet we're not so different... No. We are very different.
[The Flower seems to take amusement in the thought as she buries herself into the collar of her coat.]
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[There's a contrast between what is known to be the usual Marianna to the one sitting in front of Vincent right now. The former was like a girl who basks in the warm rays of soft sunlight. The one that is present is paradoxical; she still wears the shell of a delicate humanoid, but her presence is dense and heavy like the blackness of her eyes and the marks across her face and her body.]
We're not the same and yet we're not so different... No. We are very different.
[The Flower seems to take amusement in the thought as she buries herself into the collar of her coat.]
I am comprehensible. Perhaps you are not.