[She didn't have to be only what she was designed to be: she may be a being of power but she was ruled by the instinct of self-preservation. What she carried with her was important...and Kyle recognised now wasn't the time or place to try and explain the nuances. She was scared, of his mind, of the monsters that could be here, and so, a deep green road appears, fading into asphalt, smelling just like it. The stars start to fade, fields of poppies come into view.]
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Wanna come see my other house?