#stupid son of s bitch gives sapience to things and slowly devolves into a thing himself

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Velika never died but came back wrong.

Ignore the Matoran body and the Karzhani mutilations. Something is wrong. Something is not how it was, something is unusual, something is confusing, something is different, something is wrong.

He speaks wrong. There's something weird in how he pronounces words, the way he marks accents, the structure of the sentences. It's all correct - grammar, morphology, phonology, syntax - but something is wrong.

He looks wrong. His true appearance is the same as it was but something is off on his posture and movements. He performs the action of looking at others wrong too: it's all miniscule details, eyes a little too still, a little too wide, pupils contracting and expanding a little too mechanically, a strange lack of feeling, a thin smile on his lips that never leaves them. It's always only small things, but something is wrong.

He thinks wrong. It's hard to explain. The way he poses himself, the way he talks, the way he feels, the way he listens, the way he moves, the way he reacts to things, the way he replies to questions, the way his body responds to stimuli, the way his reflexes trigger, the way his glands activate, the way his muscles contract or relax, the way his heart beats, they way his breaths sound. None of it is so overtly, obviously, painfully different, but something is wrong.

Some liked him, some hated him, doesn't matter. It's so clear.

Of course, Velika never died.

This Velika is not Velika. This Velika is wrong. This Velika is not right. This Velika cannot be Velika.

Velika never died, of course.

But Velika came back, and Velika came back wrong.

It would be too easy otherwise, I suppose.

To change without being changed.