[ It's a brainwashed one, that's what. For the moment, Nimona is quiet. ]
So this face I'm wearing right now? I maybe met his great-great-great-great-something grandmother a thousand years ago. Back then we were just young kids by most people's standards, her name was Gloreth. I never had any friends, always living in the wilderness trying to fit in with the other animals.
[ As she talks, Nimona goes from being Ambrosius to herself, gaze fixed on the racks. ]
I took the chance to come out of the woods when I saw her, taking on human form, and she accepted me as her new friend. I even showed her my ability to transform, which she thought was fun. Then one day, I was playing with her as a bear too close to her village. The adults saw and freaked out, they pulled her away - shoving pitchforks and torches at me. It hurt, and I kept transforming - trying to protect myself and show them that I wasn't going to hurt anyone. Trying to talk to them.
[ Any searching through the rack slows until she's just standing there. ]
People were panicking, I was panicking. They were calling me a monster, and all that fire caught the village on fire. I tried, one last time, to reach out to Gloreth. But she picked up a wooden sword and pointed it at me. "Go back to the shadows from whence you came."
After that, people hailed her as a hero. Wrote epic stories about how she defeated a mighty dragon, built their city around her statue, built walls to keep out everything they didn't understand and feared. Created the institute that teaches children that monsters are evil and have to be killed. Now, a thousand years later, here we are.
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So this face I'm wearing right now? I maybe met his great-great-great-great-something grandmother a thousand years ago. Back then we were just young kids by most people's standards, her name was Gloreth. I never had any friends, always living in the wilderness trying to fit in with the other animals.
[ As she talks, Nimona goes from being Ambrosius to herself, gaze fixed on the racks. ]
I took the chance to come out of the woods when I saw her, taking on human form, and she accepted me as her new friend. I even showed her my ability to transform, which she thought was fun. Then one day, I was playing with her as a bear too close to her village. The adults saw and freaked out, they pulled her away - shoving pitchforks and torches at me. It hurt, and I kept transforming - trying to protect myself and show them that I wasn't going to hurt anyone. Trying to talk to them.
[ Any searching through the rack slows until she's just standing there. ]
People were panicking, I was panicking. They were calling me a monster, and all that fire caught the village on fire. I tried, one last time, to reach out to Gloreth. But she picked up a wooden sword and pointed it at me. "Go back to the shadows from whence you came."
After that, people hailed her as a hero. Wrote epic stories about how she defeated a mighty dragon, built their city around her statue, built walls to keep out everything they didn't understand and feared. Created the institute that teaches children that monsters are evil and have to be killed. Now, a thousand years later, here we are.
[ She looks up at Cloud with a sad smile. ]
History is written by the victors.