[ It doesn't last long, for the sake of making the off-putting moment end. Petre is taking his turn at preening and feeling smug - in an accurate facsimile of Aloy's own version - while the hair recedes and his shape returns to original form, or close enough. Sometimes he forgets the right length of his hair, how tall he's supposed to be. Little changes that don't amount to much unless one thinks about it. ]
My symbiote. If I can touch you, I can become you.
[ And now that she's been added to his portfolio, he won't forget her. ]
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My symbiote. If I can touch you, I can become you.
[ And now that she's been added to his portfolio, he won't forget her. ]