[When she returned, not only had she taken the bandage off, she'd gone ahead and changed into some new clothes, as to leave her shoulders uncovered. Not only had the tattoo been removed like she'd said, but there was still a mark visible there, a scar from where one of Asimov's shots had grazed her.

She could have had that taken care of as well, but evidently, had decided against it.]

There we go.

Now, ah, about that. Mother's a human. I don't know my father, but I do know that he's human as well. So, that means I'm human too, but I also feel like I'm a daemon, sort of? It's like... You know what I can do, and it...just feels completely normal, now.

So recently, I've started thinking that, when Mother tried to do what she did, I wasn't given anything and that was what ended up changing me, but actually changed myself and what I have is just naturally mine.

With how it's allowed me to do things and help people here, and how most of the people I know now don't treat it like it's some kind of problem, I...think I'm okay with that.