... There were eleven of us who were part of the same research group. If I were to name them all, only eight of those would actually matter to my second life. Ten, technically, but... only technically.

[ could the split tiphereth really be called alive? could an amnesiac manager be held in contempt?

... angela was her own person, even then. ]

A lot of us came from what you'd call the "nicer" side of the City, while others came from the "worse" and two were from outside of it entirely. But we'd all come together for a single purpose, drawn by the same person -- it was her eventual death, after a test she ran on one of us went poorly, that split things apart.

[ a little more info about the before, and... the obvious continuation. malkuth's smile is directed at the ocean, sad as it seems from the side. ]

After Elijah died, I woke up as Malkuth in my second life. They... the Manager I came to work under, as well as another researcher, had... How do I put it? [ ... ] This isn't the first time I've been transplanted into a new body, though it was more like what Netzach and Yesod are now if you ever have the chance to see them without the cloaking. In that life, I held others to an unreasonable standarded and killed anyone who was "weak", since they'd die anyway.

[ whew. okay. let march breathe that in. ]