[ Hissing laughter as he crawls out from his hiding place. ]
Like I said. I see you. See you. You still approve of me, don't you? I can't go see Clay until I know that you do. He will still love me even like this.
[ He draws himself up to his full height rather than remain crouched down on the ground. But still he has to shuffle closer, the mass of flesh which had once been his hand hangs heavy at his side.]
I love... love, love... [ His single eye twists around to look up at the ceiling then back at Ezio. ] ... so, do say nice things. Say that you still approve and then I can go. Yes, that is what I'm after. Even if my insides match my outsides. Outsides match the insides. Which is it? Ah, it no longer matters, does it? Does it, Ezio?
[Ezio visibly flinches and steps back when Yaha approaches, completely uncertain and horrified that the thing before him is... well. Yaha. His mouth goes into a firm line at the question and he looks back to the misformed figure.]
[ His arms open to show his new grotesque form as he starts to laugh. It's a wretched sound that sounds more as though he's choking, but the obvious mirth in his crazed eye seems to indicate otherwise. But one never knows. ]
You still look like yourself. Can you see the broken shards inside this body?
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Like I said. I see you. See you. You still approve of me, don't you? I can't go see Clay until I know that you do. He will still love me even like this.
[ He draws himself up to his full height rather than remain crouched down on the ground. But still he has to shuffle closer, the mass of flesh which had once been his hand hangs heavy at his side.]
I love... love, love... [ His single eye twists around to look up at the ceiling then back at Ezio. ] ... so, do say nice things. Say that you still approve and then I can go. Yes, that is what I'm after. Even if my insides match my outsides. Outsides match the insides. Which is it? Ah, it no longer matters, does it? Does it, Ezio?
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What is it that you want, Yaha.
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[ His arms open to show his new grotesque form as he starts to laugh. It's a wretched sound that sounds more as though he's choking, but the obvious mirth in his crazed eye seems to indicate otherwise. But one never knows. ]
You still look like yourself. Can you see the broken shards inside this body?