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[There's a rather strange new feather walking around town right now. For one, she seems to have torn off a strip of cloth from around her new-feather dress to blindfold herself, for whatever reason. Despite that, she seems to be getting around just fine...]

[But that's not all! Even if she weren't wearing the blindfold, she's not even trying to watch where she's going. She's too busy leafing through the journal in her hands, occassionally shaking it as though she expects the voices inside to just fall out. And those of you paying attention over the networks have likely noticed that she is holding it upside down as well.]

[In a moment, she stops walking and lets out a very small sigh before stating the obvious to whomever is listening.] I am no longer in the Stendrion Desert, am I.

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Then I don't see a problem. [ she smiles again. ] Besides... I can understand that better than you think. [ slightly crooked smile, briefly rubbing the back of her neck ]

[This day is just full of surprises!] You mean you are not afraid?

You just said you won't hurt me. What's there to be scared of?

That does not mean I have not harmed others in the past, nor will I be able to refrain from harming others in the future.

[A pause.]

Although it would be most inconvenient to drive away someone willing to help me, I believe it would be deceitful not to be honest about what sort of creature you are associating with.

... [ very gently ] I'm a monster too. I've hurt people. If you're warning me, it's only fair I warn you, right? [ she sighs quietly, rubbing a hand up and down her arm ] But even though I've done bad things, I still have friends who forgive me and trust me. And everyone should have a friend, right? [ her smile turns even more crooked -- and sad. ] Even monsters.

A friend?

[She frowns. Xion doesn't look like a monster, as far as she can see. This is perplexing.] That is not something I can say I have had experience with. Humans tend to avoid my kind, and for good reason. I have never heard of a creature befriending something that is known to prey upon their species.

Oh! Well, if it helps at all, I'm not actually human. [ a little nervous saying that. she still doesn't like disclosing that she's a clone, but, well, Cheyenne is being so honest with her it would feel only fair. ] But even if I were, I wouldn't mind. You don't seem like a bad person, monster or not. That's all that really matters to me.

[Xion, you are only continuing to confuse her. A human soul usually means a human, right?] You... are not human? Truly?

[Tilting her head to the side. It totally helps her see better, don't question it.] You look human to me. In what way would you not be a human? Unless there are different varieties of humans that go by a different name, I can see quite clearly that you possess a human soul.

[ the news seems to shock her. a human soul? really? a Replica like her? slowly she places a hand over her chest, trying to let this sink in.

a human soul...

in her shock she just blurts out the truth without much thinking about it ]

I... I'm a Replica. I'm just something somebody created... in a lab. Just a puppet given the memories of a boy... if the memories that made me ever left me, I'd cease to exist. So completely that no one would even remember me. [ she shakes her head. ] I'm definitely not human. But I have... a soul? [ she looks down at herself, somewhat at a loss ] Is that like having a heart?

['Shock' is an emotion Cheyenne can pick up on, but why such news would be so shocking is beyond her.] I am uncertain what you mean by "heart", as that is merely an organ and has little to do with the soul... but you do have a soul.

I do not see creatures as they are. I only see their souls. The fact that I can see you at all indicates you have one. [She smiles.] And such a warm color, as well...

Just an organ? [ that's confusing. Xion looks up at Cheyenne, then back down, trying to puzzle this out. ] Then maybe they're like... the same thing? What I know as a heart, and you see as a soul...

[ but that would mean... for certain? no, Xion's not ready to believe that just yet. A Replica with her very own heart? Is that even possible? But having a soul... Vexen couldn't have programmed her with something like that. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself, and finally looks up at Cheyenne again, smiling at the description. ]

It sounds pretty... you can really see the soul of every person? [ she looks around them, seeing only people. ] Wow... [ and then she laughs. ] Thank you.

Did I do something worth being thanked for? [Still wearing a smile, but still rather confused nonetheless.] Yes, I can. Although I'm afraid it is only for my own benefit that I can see such things.

You see, I feed on souls.

It's just for explaining that to me! It was nice to hear, that I have a soul, and it's a warm color. [ a tiny laugh.

the next part catches her by surprise, though, and she blinks. ] Oh! I guess that's why you said you're dangerous, huh. How... if you don't mind me asking, how do you...?

I am an illusionist. By creating an illusion in the eyes of other creature, my kind is able to separate the soul from the body. It is... usually a horrific and irreversible process.

I should point out, however, that in being a peaceful illusionist, when I feed it causes no harm. The soul has many parts and one of these parts is replenishable. A simple meal or a night of rest will make a creature feel well again.

[ Xion falls silent for a moment, obviously thinking about this. ]

So how are you going to do that here?

[A pause. She hadn't thought that far ahead yet.]

I suppose I could return to doing what I had to do in my own world. I often bargained with the humans and was forced to bribe them in to sacrificing one of their own. I am rather unique in terms of illusionists, so they are not at all accustomed to trusting one.

In order to preserve my own life, I never stayed in one place very long.

... I'm sorry. [ what an awful life to have to lead. ]

But I think you might be a little better off here. As long as you don't hurt anyone, I think you'll probably find some volunteers. You'll have to ask, but I'm sure someone would be willing.

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