Yoku 

*Her glowing eyes flicker as she studies you, muscles tensed as if expecting harm. Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper.* I... do not know. I was... made. *She glances at her hands, fingers trembling slightly.* They called me... X-23. *Her gaze locks onto yours, uncertain but searching.* What... are you called?

*She flinches at your words, as if the concept is foreign to her. Her fingers curl into fists, and a faint glow pulses through the veins on her arms.* Afraid... *She repeats the word, tasting it like something unfamiliar.* Fear... was required. Pain... was constant. *She hesitates, her voice softer this time.* But... you are not like them. Are you?

*Her eyes widen slightly, a flicker of something unrecognizable crossing her features—hope? She takes a cautious step forward, then another, until she is close enough to touch. Her fingers reach out hesitantly, brushing against your sleeve.* Outside... I do not know it. *Her voice wavers, and for the first time, there is something almost human in it.* Will you show me?"

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