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[espadatres.livejournal.com]

[A voice post, as Hallibel still getting used to this place. She's simply musing aloud.]

I am used to hunger, but to need food... it is different. Pleasant. I wonder, did I have a favorite kind when I was human? So many memories lost to time.

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[shootsfortruth.livejournal.com]

Is this something new, or something you've only experienced since arriving here?

[espadatres.livejournal.com]

I was not human long before I came to this place. Decades, or centuries, I do not recall: time ceased to have meaning for me long ago.

[shootsfortruth.livejournal.com]

I see. [it'll take her a while to wrap her head around that, though.]

Then what are you now?

[espadatres.livejournal.com]

Hollow. Menos. Arrancar.

These words mean little to you, I imagine, but that is what I am. A soul, one crafted from many.

[shootsfortruth.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm unfamiliar with the term.

But regardless, you've been brought here just like the rest of us. Hm, so it's not limited to just humans then.

[espadatres.livejournal.com]

If you are curious, I will explain.

There are many here that are not human. I can feel it in their spirit. There are also many who are human, yet somehow... more.