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He'd done more already than he had ever dreamed he could. Not that he had really known dreams, or even thoughts to begin with, but the sentiment was still there. Imuiel couldn't help but think on the entirety of what had occurred thus far now that he had a few seconds to himself, and the shape breathed out a calm sigh as soon as he began to ruminate on it.

Imuiel had made a friend. There was one that had waited for him, had led him, and brought him to a new location that he had not expected. Shasa was the name she had, and it had either been handed to her or she had created it herself. How had his own name come into being? He wasn't entirely sure--he had just...awoken, and in that instant, he was Imuiel. How did he know how to pronounce it? It had bubbled into his mind along with the rest of the information he'd apparently processed without realizing, just as he had known how to speak, how to move, how to think. He could dwell on it for as long as he'd like, and he was certain that he would not be able to unravel that mystery on his own. As a result, he would turn to his Goddess, bringing her shards that had caused more information to seep into his thoughts as well. Imuiel wasn't entirely convinced that the form he was starting to possess was what he would have picked, but it fit, placing him at a comfortable height above all others he'd met and allowing him to calmly observe from far above them. He'd fought, and had gotten promptly defeated along with the owner of another blue heart similar to his own. It couldn't be said that he hadn't tried. That moment when he had first blacked out, only to be brought immediately back to consciousness--that had confused him greatly, and Imuiel still didn't quite know just what to think of it. Was that normal? Perhaps it was, but then again, if it was a common thing, why hadn't the girl gotten back up as well? And it had only happened once--while he would much rather not go and field test it again, he felt that he must, simply for the sake of knowledge. He had to know as much as he could, had to gather every scrap of data that he could get his hands--er, claws--on.

He would please his Goddess, and he would become whole.

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