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[engel]

[ After losing his previous uniform to an unknown person or persons, Engel had taken to scouring every room he encountered in hopes of find another. His efforts had proven fruitless until today, and all that had been left to be done was add holes for his wings. ]

There.

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[engel]

I doubt you want to make him work all the time.

[onwingsofflame]

[:<] I like when Big Brother protects me...<.small>

[engel]

...well, come on, kid. [ pats his head. ] You can't stay out on your own.

[onwingsofflame]

'Cause the bad people who put blood on food will come back if I'm alone...?

[engel]

Blood on your food? Damn monsters. You won't be on your own. If you wish, you may stay near me until your brother comes.

[onwingsofflame]

[clings a little closer] You're nice like Big Brother. And you feel like Big Brother...

[engel]

[ rests a hand protectively on his back. ] That's right... Your brother has some kind of wings also, does he not?

[onwingsofflame]

Uh-huh. Me and Big Brother both have wings...

[engel]

Yet yours are not always visible.

[onwingsofflame]

Nuh-uh... I can only make 'em if Big Brother's here... Big Brother said it's, um... Lorelei's something...

[engel]

A power granted to you by Lorelei.. Interesting. In complete contrast to our own predicament.

[onwingsofflame]

[those are big words that go way over the kid's head]

[engel]

[ that's alright. he's mostly musing to himself. the thought of a version of the replica and himself naturally having wings is intriguing. ]

[onwingsofflame]

[bites his lip, and he's gonna start tugging on your tabard now, Asch] U-um... Big Brother person?

[engel]

[ well, you got his attention, plus ten points for being cute, kiddo. ] Yes?

[onwingsofflame]

The scary said something copy... um... replica thing... um... what's that?

[engel]

...a replica, or copy, is a near identical thing created from something else that is already in existence.

[onwingsofflame]

But why'd the scary lady say I was that...?

[engel]

A good deal of the others who look like you are indeed replicas.

[onwingsofflame]

But why'd she say I am? I'm not... I came from mama...

[engel]

I would have to assume she thought you were replicated like the other Lukes.

[onwingsofflame]

But people aren't copies... people are people...

[engel]

[ chuckles and pats his head. ] My Luke is a person who was made. That makes her a replica.

[onwingsofflame]

[confused]

[engel]

Normally a person is born, like you from your mother. Replicas are made, almost like a toy is created.