[A quiet hum escapes Loz as he considers the question. To be honest, Loz was never much of a thinker. Having to think without anyone barking orders to him is a foreign concept he's still trying to understand. It's a scary concept too. Loz never been allowed to think freely without either his brother's guidance or the alien being that created him. JENOVA controlled every aspect of their existence on a molecular level. The Remnants weren't allowed to be free in thought but rather to be enslaved instead. They were puppets, pawns even. Loz isn't suppose to be a free thinker but here he is, thinking.]
...Both.. [He answers quietly as he stares up at the sky.] We're not suppose to be alive. We were created out of the Lifestream, the essence that rules these stars, by Mother's will to be her..."sons".
[His tone changes somewhat. It's a noticeable change that is quite telling of that growing sense of self hidden under layers of anger. There's an actual personality forming underneath that childish rage.]
She didn't love us. She used us. We were...tools? Yeah, that...
[ Of course Steve Rogers never fully let himself be used as a tool, a circus monkey or more affectionately known as a chorus girl, not when his best friend was in danger and a group of helpless soldiers were left to their deaths with no one to look out for them.
He'd made his choice to do something more with the newfound powers he'd been given. ]
Well, you're alive now. You've got the right to choose what it is you want to do with the life you've been given, no matter where it came from.
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...Both.. [He answers quietly as he stares up at the sky.] We're not suppose to be alive. We were created out of the Lifestream, the essence that rules these stars, by Mother's will to be her..."sons".
[His tone changes somewhat. It's a noticeable change that is quite telling of that growing sense of self hidden under layers of anger. There's an actual personality forming underneath that childish rage.]
She didn't love us. She used us. We were...tools? Yeah, that...
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[ Of course Steve Rogers never fully let himself be used as a tool, a circus monkey or more affectionately known as a chorus girl, not when his best friend was in danger and a group of helpless soldiers were left to their deaths with no one to look out for them.
He'd made his choice to do something more with the newfound powers he'd been given. ]
Well, you're alive now. You've got the right to choose what it is you want to do with the life you've been given, no matter where it came from.