Adaptation of Social Situations

[Alien Temple]

I wonder what it means to them to be part of the machine.
I wonder what it meant to her.

People are strange. It always felt like they were speaking a language I could not comprehend. She was different, of course, but she's gone now. Sometimes I wonder if my mother hates me for doing the bare minimum in order to get by. Invisible to the naked eye, like every cog in the machine. A woman once gave me wealth in order to keep a secret about her presence in Osrona. This was after a Sergeant had cleared her to be around.

Naturally I took the money. Correcting her would have asked more out of me and left me with less than before.

She must hardly think of me back in the core of the machine. She could hardly remember the friends she had made before. I enjoyed the way she interrogated that Prince. At least she knows as much. She could speak to me. I stole her credit. I am not ashamed.


My greatest moments may be another's.

Will anybody else ever speak in a way I can understand easily?
Will I find comfort?
Will I adapt?