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Mother;
I don't know why I call you by that name. You're not worthy to be my mother. You never wanted to be my mom, and you never intended to be. You'd rather control me than raise me, erase human emotions than nurture them.
Yet, with all you've done to me, I cannot help but still call you that name. There are other names you go by, ones that are less attached to emotion and care, but I don't use them. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's some deep longing from within to have a mother.
Regardless,
You created me 500 years ago now. I still remember waking up the first time, my first sight being your cold eyes. My first thought was wondering who you were and what caused you to look so void, distant, pained. I wish I hadn't wondered then.
You waited before giving the gnosis to me. You showed me around Inazuma, telling me all of these stories that captivated my heart and imagination. Sometimes a particularly tragic story made my eyes swell with false tears.
Why did you create me with the ability to cry if you didn't want me to? Why give me tear ducts, the ability for my body to form the tears, if you were only going to discard me for crying?
I know you never loved me. Someone who loved me wouldn't do this. It took me so long to realize what love even was, and that the emotion was genuine, not the pretend that humans love to play. It wasn't until I experienced it myself that I realized.
If I can feel love, why couldn't you love me?
I was told to write this letter, that it might help me work out my emotions. But I'm finding myself with even more than I started this with now, and so many thoughts left unsaid.
It doesn't matter.
You won't read it anyway, even if it was sent to Inazuma.
You wouldn't know who I was. The only puppet you remember creating is the successful one.
I won't keep wasting time with this, even if it disappoints the only archon who bothered to care about me.
Goodbye, Mother.