[His legs are out in front of him on the floor, and he lets his arms droop down to join them. He stares straight ahead and looks like a discarded doll, with his little friendly rounded fingers and exaggerated eyelashes.]
IT DOESN'T WORK WITH THE ACT, YOU KNOW? I'M SUPPOSED TO BE AN ANCIENT FORCE THAT MOVES THE COSMOS AND NOT NEED ANYBODY, AND NOT REALLY BE SAD OR HAPPY OR ANYTHING. THE AXOLOTL DOESN'T MISS ANYBODY, I BET. NOTHING EVER TOUCHES IT.
[He blinks, breaks the strange illusion of lifelessness, looks up at Ford.]
I'M NOT, THOUGH. I PICKED UP 'BILL CIPHER' TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO ON A WHIM. I'VE GOT A REAL NAME. I WASN'T EVEN AS OLD AS YOU WERE WHEN I LEFT MY DIMENSION THE FIRST TIME. I'M JUST A GUY. I SCREW UP A LOT. I GUESS I JUST HOPE YOU FORGIVE ME. YOU MAKE ME HAPPY. WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT, HUH?
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[His legs are out in front of him on the floor, and he lets his arms droop down to join them. He stares straight ahead and looks like a discarded doll, with his little friendly rounded fingers and exaggerated eyelashes.]
IT DOESN'T WORK WITH THE ACT, YOU KNOW? I'M SUPPOSED TO BE AN ANCIENT FORCE THAT MOVES THE COSMOS AND NOT NEED ANYBODY, AND NOT REALLY BE SAD OR HAPPY OR ANYTHING. THE AXOLOTL DOESN'T MISS ANYBODY, I BET. NOTHING EVER TOUCHES IT.
[He blinks, breaks the strange illusion of lifelessness, looks up at Ford.]
I'M NOT, THOUGH. I PICKED UP 'BILL CIPHER' TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO ON A WHIM. I'VE GOT A REAL NAME. I WASN'T EVEN AS OLD AS YOU WERE WHEN I LEFT MY DIMENSION THE FIRST TIME. I'M JUST A GUY. I SCREW UP A LOT. I GUESS I JUST HOPE YOU FORGIVE ME. YOU MAKE ME HAPPY. WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT, HUH?