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A query:
What makes you you?
How are you yourself?

Please only respond if you wish.

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[tekhartha]

[The delay is to be expected, with the enormity of the Hollow Knight's last confession still fresh in both of their hearts; he waits, patient and hopeful, for its answer, and finds himself almost relieved to receive it.]

Those are worldly things; the Soul is without form, unconstrained and trascendental in its very essence. I cannot truly define it for it defies definition, much less pinpoint it, yet it moves within all of us nonetheless. It is who we are.

If it is not too much for me to ask... who is "us"?

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[ It is who we are.

When Hornet was close, the Hollow Knight could feel the part of her that was their shared Father. The Void withing its sibling was the encompassing part of their unity, but it could feel the parts of their Mother and Father together within it, too. Neither were the sole part that made those new beings.

Maybe there was something to what Zenyatta said. ]

It is true, in Hallownest at least, that Soul is an intrinsic part of a bug.
Very few can manipulate it, but it is within all, but for the beings of pure Void.

[ Even itself and its sibling wouldn't exude Soul when they were stripped down to their Shades. ]

The 'us' of whom were spoken were the multitudes of Vessels created by our Father.
The Knight is one such.
This Vessel is another.
There were many more.
Mother was a fertile being.

[tekhartha]

[Hallownest... it has the sound of somewhere one would find the kind of curious insectile creature the Hollow Knight represented. Somewhere dark and quiet, he thinks, cosy, and it pleases him to think of it and its siblings curled safely in a den, though he is sure it is far from the reality of home for it.

There is another question to ask, too, about the "Void", but it holds onto it for a few moments in favour of something more important: kinship.]

As was mine. Thousands of my kind were produced in the factory in which I was created, a great many of them built to precisely the same plans as me.

My model is not unique. But I am more than the circumstances of my birth and the purpose for which I was designed.

What is the Void?

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[ There was variation between the Vessels; that was to be expected. They had been made from the unborn children of the Wyrm and the Root, and had the familial similarities and differences inherent to that. But aside from that one difference, its birth and Zenyatta's were similar. Designed. Crafted. Maybe by the thousand.

It made his knowledge, his very being as a crafted yet living individual, such a draw of terror and wonder. ]

The Void is the great emptiness of the Abyss.
The darkness that swallowed the obfuscating light of the Radiance.
The lack that defines the living.
Sibling is the Heart of the Void.
Given form.
Given focus.