It almost seemed as if he barely comprehended the words she was telling him- perhaps he was only made to understand his work…but then again, how effective could he be if he was nothing more than to be used as a machine? Even the homunculi she knew, though they were told they were only capable of feeling the sin they were named for, were meant to be more intelligent than humans…besides, there was clearly something else she had not been told. About father…perhaps this one had been someone’s son as a human, and had been created from a father’s desperate human transmutation.“I was made from two boys who think they are my sons,” she said stiffly. “However, I was put in the state that I am in now…by-” she emphasized the name- “Dante of the deep forest. Not anyone’s Father.”
It was not that Sloth wasn’t bright, he was just too lazy to think about anything. Normally, he’d let something go away easily, but with the woman standing before him, he couldn’t let the matter go… for a while.
How could somebody be made from two different persons?
“Too much bother… to think. Even… worse… than work. Too much… effort.”
Sloth turned his back against her and began digging again. He would just have to ignore her, if that meant leaving him alone.
“Don’t… know… Dante. Person from two persons… impossible. Not… doable.” At least, that’s how he saw it.
She sensed she was starting to lose his interest…she did not want that. Maybe asking about all this was just bringing on more trouble, bringing on more conflict to feel, more emotions she’d just end up having to drive away…he was so detached, though, that it couldn’t hurt too much, speaking with him, could it? It didn’t matter. She could forget it, make herself forget it…he said it was impossible. What was? She could hardly tell from how he was talking.He was nearly unintelligible…because he said the minimum of what needed to be said.
She widened her eyes at Dante’s name. Still, the woman had that effect on her…”What do you mean, you don’t know her?” she implored. Person from two persons…maybe this Sloth had been made by one, or he didn’t want to see Dante or anyone else…”What is your origin?”
Did she need to know? Did she want to? She wasn’t sure what she wanted at this point.
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