Not really a chapter, but an internal monologue I written for a challenge!

You won't really miss any events in this chapter, but it is Metanoia's thoughts during the time she was still trapped in Hugo's vicinity.

Enjoy~

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"Why do my hands tremble, creator. I feel cold, distant, exposed, and yet I feel nothing at all.

The lifeless banters of the living are so, so boring. What life used to be, what life will be. That's all they'd ever talk about. I am not one to wonder, or bother with this thing so called curiousity, but this normalty makes me seek for things that are beyond my comprehension. To be frank, I do not like it here.

I am sorry creator, I do not know why I am feeling these things. But I am unable to stop questioning your reasoning, their reasoning, and many other things. All I do is sit here all day, unmoving. In fact it would have been no different if you would have created a statue instead with a duct that shoots out the same light that I do. I believe a statue would need less maintenance than an android such as me.

What are your motives?

Ah well, is there even a point in questioning your motives? Even if you were to answer, nothing would change. I'd only be beckoned to ask further questions.

I might as well continue listening to the woman who was on her knees before me, begging that I restore life and harmony to the world that they destroyed."