[it nods] She thought she controlled me, because she thought I was him. But, I'm not. I'm me. She didn't control me at all.

[it returns the embrace almost immediately, hugging her so tightly it almost feels like it should leave behind burn marks.

its voice is hardly a whisper.] ... I am me.

[a pause]

I decided. I think. What I want to look like. What I want my form to be. [pause] Is that okay?