[Amidst all the chaos, the turbulant memories and carnage, the unfamiliar soft voice reaches Diva's ears somehow. She looks up from her knees, pulling her nails out from her scalp to stare, at first with confusion, at the young man who's decided to approach her. Has she got a clue about what's going on? No way, not a single one, but he's not a part of her past. He's here, in the present right now.
There isn't really anything remarkable about him, as far as she can tell, not even the bandages are something she gives a second thought. It's the name she's given that has her distracted enough from what's going on around her that she focuses and fixates on it instead.]
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There isn't really anything remarkable about him, as far as she can tell, not even the bandages are something she gives a second thought. It's the name she's given that has her distracted enough from what's going on around her that she focuses and fixates on it instead.]
...Why are you named after eggs?
[Hey, it's a valid question.]