[ Master, familiar, like me in shape... Ellana looks back at Fukami as she pauses next to the contents of one shelf cast to the ground by the force of the shockwaves. Some glass has broken. Most are implements, or a few samples in plastic containers. They remain whole. ]
I'm sorry to be direct, but what exactly are you, and what exactly is your master? As well as whom — since she's more of a who than a what.
[ She holds out one of the plastic bins to him for gathering what's splayed across the floors. ]
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I'm sorry to be direct, but what exactly are you, and what exactly is your master? As well as whom — since she's more of a who than a what.
[ She holds out one of the plastic bins to him for gathering what's splayed across the floors. ]