[ Was it born with it? Or did it come to it like it had with Zenyatta? It could not answer the first, but it could answer the second. No, consciousness had not come to it suddenly. Consciousness had crept up upon it, like whispers in the darkness. The rattle of masks, the soft tapping of Void tendrils as they coalesced into chitin and tarsii, the whisper of a Father's voice, the breaking notes of the song a Mother sang to a child She could not consider such.
Whether by birth or accident, it had been instilled with something, and in dawning horror it had realized that when it was far too late.
It ran its fingers over the carvings of the King's Idol in its hand for a long time before it replied. ]
All things strive. All things require input. It is not enough to be powered by a force. Something else must enter its being.
[ Had they been ruined by four words, pled into the darkness?
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Whether by birth or accident, it had been instilled with something, and in dawning horror it had realized that when it was far too late.
It ran its fingers over the carvings of the King's Idol in its hand for a long time before it replied. ]
All things strive.
All things require input.
It is not enough to be powered by a force.
Something else must enter its being.
[ Had they been ruined by four words, pled into the darkness?
No Cost Too Great? ]
It is likely a mixture of both things.