[Clasping his hand being his back, D started up at the moonlight. His emotions were his own and yet, there were times since entering this world that he found his careful control slipping. It was sloppy. Was this what being a full blooded human was all about? Losing the calm, collective frame of mind that he crafted fit thousands of years? It certainly bothered him, pressed on his mind.
He hardly lost control unless pushed into a life or death situation. And even then he retained it just as quick. The confusion was true torment.]
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He hardly lost control unless pushed into a life or death situation. And even then he retained it just as quick. The confusion was true torment.]
I'm not sure.