[ Marcille's experience with Netzach gave her a little bit of preparation for this reveal, at least. Her shoulders squeeze and she holds her breath for what's coming—and it's just as jarring to see this robot blip into view where a man once was. Her shoulders squeeze tighter and her eyes dart around, trying to process every inch of this inorganic box that's staring right back at her, forming sentient thought behind its metal exterior. ]
Y-... Yesod?
[ She asks like he had somehow changed underneath there. She just wants confirmation that it's still him. ]
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Y-... Yesod?
[ She asks like he had somehow changed underneath there. She just wants confirmation that it's still him. ]