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                _{That was understandable. It must have been a tiresome task; having to tell people that you were… well, you. Kaito was not used to it. Maybe he would never be used to it. The company that gave him everything only asked for one thing in return: his identity. While it may seem like a small price to pay for fame, it was most likely more than Yuuma could ever comprehend. His identity was created for him, after all.}

                _{His traits may have gradually changed over time, but that was simply planned out by the people who were known as his creators. Just when Yuuma believes that his ‘mind’ has received some sort of liberation, he remembers that everything he does is all apart of his ‘growing process’. Although Bplats created VY2 with the intention of limiting him to a few certain qualities, they also desired to make him more humanlike in a way. For this reason, changes with his emotions may be small, but they do exist. They exist because that is what had been decided for Yuuma long before he was activated. Nothing he did was out of free will.}

_{❝ Yeah, it must be very weird having}

_{to do that. The idea of having nonhuman}

_{copies of yourself is still sort of a foreign}

_{concept to me, but I can’t say it’s}

_{something that I find particularly}

_{outrageous. I’ve heard a lot crazier. ❞}

                _{Yumma laughed in an almost bitter manner. He had heard crazier, indeed. The singer was nonhuman himself, but he was based off what a room full of geniuses perceived to be the epitome of an appealing idol.}

_{❝ Wow! You must enjoy having such}

_{a big family. It almost makes me wish}

_{I could experience that! ❞}

               _{His usual perkiness coated each word, but a sense of longing could easily be recognized. The closest he had to family was his counterpart in the VY series, which hardly counted. To say their relationship was distant would be an understatement. Maybe it was not a family he dreamed of having, but a group of individuals who would never leave his side. People who he could show affection for without having to fear his overbearing personality.}

_{The other’s words didn’t surprise Kaito much. Of course, it wasn’t surprising to him. Surely, he was born into a world where it was the norm to have singing androids and copies of famous singers. He didn’t live close to two decades of his life not even dreaming that the concept existed. Crypton had been working on it for years, but news of it came to Kaito suddenly. This is our decision. We hope you agree. And what choice did he have? It was either agree or lose the only job he had and knew how to have, and he couldn’t really do that.}

     _{❄~ “I’m … Still not used to it. But maybe someday, I will be.”}

_{The shiny newness of the ordeal had worn off, leaving only a tired sort of bitterness. Had he sold out? It was such a vague, frightening term. He still cared about the music he created, but he didn’t even have full ownership of his own face anymore. Surely, that was indicative of something, even if Kaito wasn’t quite sure what. It left a bitter taste against his tongue, sour wine that accosts his palate.}

_{Attention from his career was diverted to his family, and it was easy to catch a hidden meaning beneath the words. Longing, desire? Could such things exist in a mechanical mind? Kaito was becoming more convinced. Such subtle changes in expression couldn’t be made by zeros and ones alone. It was a sign of basic humanity, and seeing it reflected in a synthetic face was a bit unnerving. Still, it was with fondness that he spoke of his family.}

     _{❄~ “It is nice … A bit loud, though.”}

_{He wouldn’t trade his family for the world, of course. Each and every member was precious, and helped to shape who he was. But he remembered nights of screaming fights between Akaito and Zeito or 3 AM horror movie marathons or pranks that woke him from a sound sleep. It was easier to appreciate his family now that he was grown and living on his own.}