Oki
Even as a defect....
Oki sighed, the black ball of flame to burn calmly instead of its previous erratic state. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against, standing up straight and relaxing his shoulders. He opened his eyes slowly, a grey glimmer coming from them, as if it were a colorless flame burning in his eyes. He tilted his head, cracking his neck as the black flame slowly formed letters. 'Doesn't make a matter of understanding how the clones work as the creation is always the simplest way to understand what is real and a copy. Whatever, it's in the past and I can't change that. I'm just a pyromancer; nothing more, nothing less. Nonetheless...if I have to protect her, I might as well. I may have a cold heart, but I still wouldn't want to see her get hurt...' As the last words were formed, he sighed softly, mouthing words with not a single sound.
...I'll continue my path.
(Eh, don't worry about it. Whether a role-play is good or not, I still go with it whenever I have the time.) 
