[ What Pinocchio wanted was to be real enough to name. To be seen by his creator not as the errant tool of his ambition but as another son. Life isn't like a fairytale. If you have a wish, no angel will descend from beyond the stars to grant it to you. If you want love, suffering a hundred, hundred deaths will not sway the heart of an indifferent father; if you want something, you have to go out and take it. Even a name off the pages of a well-worn book.
He knows little of the world and less of humanity. And he knows nothing of Hell. Perhaps he doesn't need to, if he just wants to understand, as another put it 'what makes him tick'. As far as his wish goes, that is. ]
You're a person. You can always make decisions for—
[ He realizes, his sentence dying midway through. He had said again. If he's understanding him right, then when he was no longer human and became a "true demon", he lost control over his own fate? With the unspoken admonishment that he shouldn't get too far ahead of himself, he asks: ]
As you are now, you can't? Do others get in your way?
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He knows little of the world and less of humanity. And he knows nothing of Hell. Perhaps he doesn't need to, if he just wants to understand, as another put it 'what makes him tick'. As far as his wish goes, that is. ]
You're a person. You can always make decisions for—
[ He realizes, his sentence dying midway through. He had said again. If he's understanding him right, then when he was no longer human and became a "true demon", he lost control over his own fate? With the unspoken admonishment that he shouldn't get too far ahead of himself, he asks: ]
As you are now, you can't? Do others get in your way?