[A very reasonable thing to expect. Death steps forward as Miin steps back, and against his hate of those who pretend, those who smile and lie to save themselves and those who don't try to understand, he hears the professing and the pleading...death means nothing where he's from, far less known as a name. He thought he'd gone beyond that. He thought he found a place where people cared.
Death stops. His shoulders stiffen and his claws retract. And he looks away.]
It's-- it's not really...I don't know what I am. It shouldn't matter.
[He takes a cigarette from his pocket and fumbles with his lighter. Click. Nothing. Clickclickcli-- Nothing.]
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Death stops. His shoulders stiffen and his claws retract. And he looks away.]
It's-- it's not really...I don't know what I am. It shouldn't matter.
[He takes a cigarette from his pocket and fumbles with his lighter. Click. Nothing. Clickclickcli-- Nothing.]