[As monsters do, Calathea's precious babies - and Bass's ascendants - are all out to get each other as much as everyone else.
(But she isn't a monster, not the kind he knows. There's no extra voice screaming inside her head because the insides were eaten and the mind trapped in its own body, infected with black oil and an insatiable hunger.)
Still - it wouldn't be the first time hybrid siblings tried to emulate their inhuman parents.]
Oh, that's really strange.
[A small emphasis on the adverb, eyes narrowed and lips only slightly quirked.]
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(But she isn't a monster, not the kind he knows. There's no extra voice screaming inside her head because the insides were eaten and the mind trapped in its own body, infected with black oil and an insatiable hunger.)
Still - it wouldn't be the first time hybrid siblings tried to emulate their inhuman parents.]
Oh, that's really strange.
[A small emphasis on the adverb, eyes narrowed and lips only slightly quirked.]
So what would you change?