[ Tessla doesn't quite know what 'play' means, but walk and run seems so nice. It feels like a lifetime since she could stand on her own, everything weak and falling apart as the tumors ate her alive. Now a little light of hope has hatched inside her chest, and it's a fragile little thing for a girl who has always seen the end of all hope, all promises, all apologies that meant nothing.
Still, she's starting to struggle a bit. Now that she has a goal, a possible future, it's like her own body is betraying her. She's getting bleary-eyed and pale, struggling to make sense of what the sharp brother is saying... but she thinks the red brother has found her lower body.
The sisters hurriedly reaches for her final part, gently folding it in with the rest to push together the mutilated pieces of Tessla - or at least 70% of her mass. The rest is lost to scalpels and the sand. ]
C-can you put me together now? [ The little girl asks, struggling to keep herself conscious and her grip on her other brother loosening a bit from the desperate hold. ] Me and our sisters. Always. Please.
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Still, she's starting to struggle a bit. Now that she has a goal, a possible future, it's like her own body is betraying her. She's getting bleary-eyed and pale, struggling to make sense of what the sharp brother is saying... but she thinks the red brother has found her lower body.
The sisters hurriedly reaches for her final part, gently folding it in with the rest to push together the mutilated pieces of Tessla - or at least 70% of her mass. The rest is lost to scalpels and the sand. ]
C-can you put me together now? [ The little girl asks, struggling to keep herself conscious and her grip on her other brother loosening a bit from the desperate hold. ] Me and our sisters. Always. Please.
Please.
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