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[ Though he's still qyite unused to having someone else do his hair for him, Ed does eventually relax. It's ... soothing. There's a sigh. ]

Alright, alright. [ Just don't freak him out like always, sob. The casual remark about the centuries earns a blink. ]

Just how long have you lived?

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You should know better than to ask a woman her age. [She's teasing, yet she continues combing his hair.] Give or take a few million of years. I am not Mother, though, and before me came Juklizda and Clyuue. The originals of the sky and soul lineage.

[The comb snags for a split second before Suzunomia pauses to work at the tangle with her fingers.] Although we are all connected to Mother, I am of the soul lineage. So I am a subordinate Will to Clyuue.

[SO YEAH, SUDDENLY LIFE HISTORY.]

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[ Ed freezes a little at that reminder. He knows about that, and he really hopes he didn't offend her somehow! Everything looks good, though.

Then, she goes on about her life story which he's having a bit of trouble following, as much as he tries to listen. ]

A million years ... [ He can't even fathom that kind of timeframe. She pretty much babies the homunculi he's met. ]

And Mother would be the one who created your world ...?

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Yes, she is the Divine Will who birthed everything of Ar Ciel! She is the core of the world, the land itself. She is the the one I truly wish to be together with, again. To be whole once more... [It's obvious from her voice that she's excited just to talk about Mother, although there is a last note of wistfulness.]

I still remember the song she sang long ago, to bring about the first souls. Maybe one day, I will share it with you. [Once the tangle is gone, she's back to combing again.]