that is not what it feels like. not to me. that which was cut from me has had lifetimes now to grow into something new. it is akin to grafting a whole tree onto the oak from which it was originally cut. i would be changed, but i would not be this reflection's Azem. i would be some in-between thing.
i belong to myself. and Ardbert to himself, 'til he didn't. this reflection of my soul is no different.
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that is not what it feels like. not to me. that which was cut from me has had lifetimes now to grow into something new. it is akin to grafting a whole tree onto the oak from which it was originally cut. i would be changed, but i would not be this reflection's Azem. i would be some in-between thing.
i belong to myself. and Ardbert to himself, 'til he didn't. this reflection of my soul is no different.