"I-I will be the best mommy for your tentacles," Pandora says with an almost foolish grin on her face, yet confusion remains evident in her eyes.
"That's right, my daughter, you will be the mommy for my tentacles. I'm so glad you understand," I tell her with a smile, stroking her head while I look over the memories she's sending me.
'So much... but some are locked...' I can't see everything. It's mostly recent events, but one strange thing I found in her memories is her supposed true form, which she's used only a few times but sees as her trump card.
"Pandora, before we begin... have you ever tried... using your true form with more control?" When I ask, she tilts her head in confusion.
"W-Well, Mommy Mnemosyne, I-I know I don't have much control over it! But I can already use it without too many problems," she says, thinking that distorted black mass is her real form.
