Por favor, me ame sóbrio. Me ame de manhã, de tarde, de noite e de madrugada. Me ame com chuva, neve, sol e tempestade. Me ame nos meus dias bons e nos meus dias chatos. Me ame chata. Me ame na tpm. Me ame com sinceridade… Me ama somente quando tem problemas ou precisa de ajuda? Me ame sem problemas e, se eles surgirem, te ajudo, te empurro, te levo no colo, te empresto lenço de papel para enxugar as lágrimas e te deixo deitar na minha barriga. Te faço um cafuné. Mas me ame. De verdade. Não apenas fale, mas mostre.
—  Clarissa Corrêa.

Clarissa, I suppose. Original human form on left. 4 form, after absorbing Truth Switch, in middle and on right. She is a very nervous girl. Made even more nervous when she has no idea what is going on, now lacks the mouth to communicate, and seems invisible to the 0s.

Will this actually make any progress? Who knows. In the event that it does, I will probably do the sprites for her other later forms as development proceeds. I said I would kind of wing this all the way, but there is still mental planning going on. It cannot be helped. But I am not writing anything down. Most of this stuff is still winged. Story will not be outright explained and will barely be relevant.


My problem isn’t that my favorite characters aren’t real; it’s that I’m not fictional. I don’t want them to be real. What I desperately wish is that I could be fictional with them. It’s not that I want them here with me in this mundane and ordinary world; it’s that I want to join them in their extraordinary one.


Los corazones se parten, y aunque curen nunca vuelven a ser el de antes.
—  Cazadores de Sombras, Cassandra Clare