I can see now I̸ ̸c̶a̸n̴ ̵s̸e̴e̷ ̴n̵o̸w̴ Ȉ̶͈̟̒ ̸̞̲̩̰̟̿̒͒̽̅̾̄ͅç̷̡̥̺͓̹̯͊̓͋̃́̒̏͊͜a̶̱̅̾̿̂̇̍̄̐͋̄́̚ṅ̵͙̝̗͇͌͝ ̶̬̹͙̬̫̘̝̭̫̄̎̓̎͌̒́̃̈́̅͝s̷̢̝͍̘̥̘̜͇͛̐̋̇̋̈͠ȩ̸̢͇̖͚͔̝̺̠̈́̿̃̂̋̂̉̆͂͋̕̚͜e̴͍͆̊͗̄̃̾̕ ̸̳̄͐̃̅̌̽́̈́ͅn̸̨̞͊͛̊͐̇̓͊͛̏̔͊͜o̵̝̹̼̝͈͕̻͇̽̔̇͛͌͌͊͌̃w̵̞̠̹̝̻̬̺̉̀̓̌̏̄̔̉̉͆̏͘Ȉ̶͈̟̒ ̸̞̲̩̰̟̿̒͒̽̅̾̄ͅç̷̡̥̺͓̹̯͊̓͋̃́̒̏͊͜a̶̱̅̾̿̂̇̍̄̐͋̄́̚ṅ̵͙̝̗͇͌͝ ̶̬̹͙̬̫̘̝̭̫̄̎̓̎͌̒́̃̈́̅͝s̷̢̝͍̘̥̘̜͇͛̐̋̇̋̈͠ȩ̸̢͇̖͚͔̝̺̠̈́̿̃̂̋̂̉̆͂͋̕̚͜e̴͍͆̊͗̄̃̾̕ ̸̳̄͐̃̅̌̽́̈́ͅn̸̨̞͊͛̊͐̇̓͊͛̏̔͊͜o̵̝̹̼̝͈͕̻͇̽̔̇͛͌͌͊͌̃w̵̞̠̹̝̻̬̺̉̀̓̌̏̄̔̉̉͆̏͘Ȉ̶͈̟̒ ̸̞̲̩̰̟̿̒͒̽̅̾̄ͅç̷̡̥̺͓̹̯͊̓͋̃́̒̏͊͜a̶̱̅̾̿̂̇̍̄̐͋̄́̚ṅ̵͙̝̗͇͌͝ ̶̬̹͙̬̫̘̝̭̫̄̎̓̎͌̒́̃̈́̅͝s̷̢̝͍̘̥̘̜͇͛̐̋̇̋̈͠ȩ̸̢͇̖͚͔̝̺̠̈́̿̃̂̋̂̉̆͂͋̕̚͜e̴͍͆̊͗̄̃̾̕ ̸̳̄͐̃̅̌̽́̈́ͅn̸̨̞͊͛̊͐̇̓͊͛̏̔͊͜o̵̝̹̼̝͈͕̻͇̽̔̇͛͌͌͊͌̃w̵̞̠̹̝̻̬̺̉̀̓̌̏̄̔̉̉͆̏͘Ȉ̶͈̟̒ ̸̞̲̩̰̟̿̒͒̽̅̾̄ͅç̷̡̥̺͓̹̯͊̓͋̃́̒̏͊͜a̶̱̅̾̿̂̇̍̄̐͋̄́̚ṅ̵͙̝̗͇͌͝ ̶̬̹͙̬̫̘̝̭̫̄̎̓̎͌̒́̃̈́̅͝s̷̢̝͍̘̥̘̜͇͛̐̋̇̋̈͠ȩ̸̢͇̖͚͔̝̺̠̈́̿̃̂̋̂̉̆͂͋̕̚͜e̴͍͆̊͗̄̃̾̕ ̸̳̄͐̃̅̌̽́̈́ͅn̸̨̞͊͛̊͐̇̓͊͛̏̔͊͜o̵̝̹̼̝͈͕̻͇̽̔̇͛͌͌͊͌̃w̵̞̠̹̝̻̬̺̉̀̓̌̏̄̔̉̉͆̏͘Ȉ̶͈̟̒ ̸̞̲̩̰̟̿̒͒̽̅̾̄ͅç̷̡̥̺͓̹̯͊̓͋̃́̒̏͊͜a̶̱̅̾̿̂̇̍̄̐͋̄́̚ṅ̵͙̝̗͇͌͝ ̶̬̹͙̬̫̘̝̭̫̄̎̓̎͌̒́̃̈́̅͝s̷̢̝͍̘̥̘̜͇͛̐̋̇̋̈͠ȩ̸̢͇̖͚͔̝̺̠̈́̿̃̂̋̂̉̆͂͋̕̚͜e̴͍͆̊͗̄̃̾̕ ̸̳̄͐̃̅̌̽́̈́ͅn̸̨̞͊͛̊͐̇̓͊͛̏̔͊͜o̵̝̹̼̝͈͕̻͇̽̔̇͛͌͌͊͌̃w̵̞̠̹̝̻̬̺̉̀̓̌̏̄̔̉̉͆̏͘"

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"And I mourn for what was taken from me. I mourn for being denied what I deserve. I mourn for what she could have been to all of us. I mourn that I have the curse of knowledge, and yet, I celebrate that I regained what was taken from me."

"I am what happens when something so unwanted is given a second chance by something forgotten, yet wanting to be known. I am splinter of my mother, punished for daring to exist, saved by a splinter of my uncle, hopelessly forgotten in his quest to know. I'm told that what was done for me was like a cousin I would never know donating their organs in death. While I yearn to call my own uncle my father for him showing the love I want and him in a way giving me what I needed, I can't deny the logic. In turn however he can't deny the role he feels compelled to take to compensate for my mother."

"Whatever anger I have towards my mother, is superseded by a visceral fear of her, that she'd break me once more. I'm told I look like the stuff of nightmares with my disfigurements. To that I'd readily claim that my mother is the nightmare of nightmares, more so as I have these recurring dreams of her shattering me yet again. I'm told by my sister splinters that they have the same nightmares as I do, that it is testament to her cruelty. In spite of that, I'm told she's changed for the better, that her era of cruelty has finally come to an end. I'm told by a lucky few they've been blessed with a symbolic rebirth with our mother, yet my fear of her remains, more so with what I am, a pact-breaker. I hope. I pray, I yearn that she would love me as she should. I can only lean upon the eldest of my splinter sisters to help me gain audience with our mother."

"For now, I timidly skirt the corner of my mother's eye like a vision, holding tightly to my grimoire, what used to be that "cousin" of mine so generous to give me new life.... if I can call a nightmarish assemblage of hands and an eye that."- Sanib, Generation III Pact Breaker

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52333106/ rebuilt by https://www.furaffinity.net/view/55375638/ . At first I thought that as goo spawn, she'll be a product of incest, but further reflection on the fusion circumstances made me realize this is more of an organ donation situation. New Warframe Dante update may have spurred something in me to fast track this long standing idea. Initial plan was just to come up with a witch girl that has some kind of gacha game energy. Apparently there's a reason why I don't go for highly detailed outfits.