Vanguard
Vanguard kept working solemnly on the vessel, applying synthetic flesh and skin on the moon white limbs. It was uncanny in a way, just how much one could shape a single doll into becoming a completely different individual. Sparks flew as the puppet assistants worked in tandem with him, working on the bones and structure in order to make it closer to her build. Curious, but even if that man was correct he would refuse such base assumptions.
Still working on the body, he spoke calmly without a shred of emotion.
"Threw it away? On the contrary, she has seen an opportunity and taken it. It is childishly idealistic to assume one can reach such heights in a single lifetime, you of all people should know that. Besides, even if she did surpass human accomplishment, it wouldn't be enough. That is the path she has chosen proudly, I won't let you make a mockery of it."
He paused for a second and looked at his work. As flawless as it was, he couldn't help but find it sloppy. He wondered if he should keep the burns and scars on her body. A cold finger traced down the outline of her burnt neck, sliding down the wound across her chest before settling on her stomach. Ah, but of course. It was too perfect, there was no beauty in flawlessness, no genuine emotion.
Even if he replicated them aesthetically, they would pale in comparison to the dignified symbols of her struggle, the flames running across her shell that sung a story of their own. Once the shallow skin tissue was crafted on her body, he painted an outline on it with an inflammable mixture.
"She has lost nothing really, aside her right to live a human life. You delude yourself if you think a monster like that wants, nay, needs such a thing. But if the smith forges and the sword cuts, then the swordsmen... do what exactly? Well, let them do whatever they want, so long as they exist for the single purpose of being strong and beautiful.In that sense, you are correct. What I have before me is nothing more than raw materials meant to be molded into a blade that suits me."
Without much candor, he took the crimson orb and inserted it in her chest. Whatever it was made of melted like gelatin on her body, coursed inside her body until it filled her veins. Soon, it began to glow and pour out of her body like flames, sending suffocating waves of heat into the once steril and cold room. Magic circles formed beneath her and began to crack with strange multicolored lightning bolts, sending life coursing into her as she burnt.
This would be her test, to see if she could confront her own flames.
Vanguard forced his hand into her, digging deeper into her soul to give it shape, to keep the corruption contained in her. The pain would be unbearable, a burning far more biting than fire, the burning of her past memories. She was alive, but not awake, and as he brought her soul back into her vessel each and every memory was dissected and sliced with a red hot blade. And suddenly, he smiled.
"I wonder, what will end up devouring the other? The fire inside her, or the fire around her?"
If she could not shoulder such a weight, if she could not cut the fire shackling her down, she would be consumed. Whatever would open her eyes would not be human either way, but whether it would be Meti or a mere puppet was only up to her.
But if you do awaken, then make sure to burn this into your memory until the end of times. Your burning soul.