140 Broken (Part 2)

Doevm let out a hollow laugh. "You know, you remind me of a friend I once had, someone just like you."

"There is no one like me," Elero said as she glanced down at her braces, which lay to the side of her deformed legs. "And I hope for everyone else's sakes that there never will be."

"There are many like you," Doevm said. "Just not in the way you think. My friend, he was perfectly fit, monstrously so." He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. "We would often fight on how to deal with situations. He always had friends behind him and always had something good to say." He dipped his quill in ink again. Having just completed the basic outline of the braces, he moved onto their coloration and the order in which the various metal pieces came out. While his hands were shaking, he practically had a quill in his hands for centuries. His skill at writing was unaffected.

"OK," Elero said. "so far this person sounds nothing like me."