Rebuilding a part of oneself was one of the most mind bogglingly boring things in the known multiverse and beyond. That was a purely objective and scientific fact. At least as far as Xaronzul was concerned.

He never liked the quiet. It left his weirdly wired brain to do whatever the heck it was it did with nothing to distract him from it. The out of place sensation, a smell that didn’t belong, a sound that nobody had made, sometimes even words spoken where nobody was. The worst were the small touches where nobody touched him. He preferred the small sensation of fluctuating temperature, even the little stings of pain. It all never really bothered him anymore, he wasn’t afraid of it anymore. He was no longer living in fear of what would happen if anyone would notice, because he no longer had to hide it now surrounded by those he trusted most and who knew and appreciated him just as he was,…
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