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[manlet]

Man becomes monster: what a common theme throughout human literature. Yet in this world, it's an aspect of life that's hardly worth batting an eye at. Were Shakespeare here, he'd cream himself over the ripe psychological suffering among the Mirrorbound. Him, or certain nuns...

[bro what the FUCK are you talking about]

Thinking about those two in cahoots gives me an ulcer. I feel like vigorously scrubbing my brain smooth, so I can't picture it! Maybe that way, I won't be beset by stupid thoughts!

But I am, unfortunately, sentient, and I will continue to suffer this farce of an existence. As if that wasn't enough, I've been plagued by a question for the past few days. Witches, I'm not talking to you. You can gawk and stare if you'd like, I certainly can't stop you from being voyeurs.

Monsters. What are your feelings towards being pet? Is there truly a polite way to ask for a petting?

Comments

[sealeted]

Being impaled and poisoned is a terrible way to go, even in the Moon Cell. I think she'd like it here.

[manlet]

[Ah. He sees, now.]

Save your sympathies for someone who deserves them. That wicked woman got what was coming to her in the end.

[sealeted]

That's harsh, even for you, Andersen. If it wasn't for you and Kiara, there's no way we could have survived.

[manlet]

You've mistaken kindness for goodness, Kishinami. Every ounce of that woman is diseased filth. You'd want her here, to infect the people of this world as she had with Earth? You can't be so naive. I've been clear about what sort of person she was from the moment we met.

[sealeted]

I'd want her here, where she was permitted to be alive.

[manlet]

A stupid and cruel wish. You're a fool.

[sealeted]

You didn't deserve to die that way either, Andersen.

[manlet]

Tell me this. Did you pity the Servants you conquered and killed in the Moon Cell? Did you grieve for them?

[sealeted]

I didn't pity them. But I did grieve for some.

[manlet]

It's a waste of energy. The sentiment's innocent, but a Grail War remains a war, young lady. Heroic Spirits are summoned to either triumph or die. This is what we all understood when answering a Master's summons.

Now, let me be clear! Quit shedding tears over a second-rate hack like me! I'm right in front of you! What's the point in mourning a death I've already recovered from? I'd rather you use that energy to shut your gilded Servant up!

[sealeted]

How much energy do you think I'm using on you, that it could do that?

[manlet]

Whatever you squander on me is too much energy.

[sealeted]

It's mine to squander either way, so relax.

Anyway, to actually answer your question, I wouldn't mind somebody touching my wings, as long as they asked and were gentle. ...and only used their hands.

I don't want to get licked out of nowhere again.

[manlet]

Hakuno.

You're too passive.

That's why you continuously wind up in bizarre situations. You've the aura of a harem protagonist about you, which draws in all sorts of people with terrible fetishes.

[sealeted]

That's a whole lot of judgment from a man publicly asking about how to get his hands on other people's appendages.

[manlet]

Politely. I'm asking how to do so politely. That's a great deal of effort for me.

[sealeted]

I know! You haven't even directly called anybody on here slatternly or feebleminded or vacuous yet.

I'm proud of you.

[manlet]

I've no reason to do so right now. If I see someone being stupid, I'll rip into them, you'll see.

[sealeted]

Yes, yes. Of course. Have you had any luck, yet?