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Ladybug takes a deep breath as looks out towards the city. Gazing at Chat Noir she sighs. She is silent as he tries to understand what is going through her mind at the moment.
Eventually she opens her mouth, although clearly a bit hesitant. “Adrien Agrest is a sentibeing.”
Five simple words and everything is turned upside down. We talked for hours after that, over and over again we talked. What actually happened at the Agrest Manor, who the real Hawkmoth is, how Natalie was involved. Each revelation hit like a truck and then back over again. The emotional pain drowned him but he kept his composer.
“Stop for a moment, alright. I need time to process all of this. We’ll talk later.”
Ladybug looks crestfallen but he can’t bring himself to comfort her. “Okay.” She whispers in reply.
I turned and jumped off the building. Letting myself be consumed by the different raging thoughts in my head. I did not head home. I would not be able to handle myself if I went home. So I just kept running and jumping from building to building, not letting up for a moment. My breath is pounding in my ears as I run and run. Incapable of comprehending the actual truth of my life.
I am a sentibeing and my dad is Hawkmoth. Natalie, the woman I have trusted and relied on the most for years on end, joined him as Mayura. My partner who I have loved and trusted with everything in my being lied to me and to everyone else about the true situation.
Damn it and I am Chat noir, the one who was supposed to defeat Hawkmoth. But I am not even a real person! I am a thing, a ring to be exact. It is like I am a living weapon. Even as Adrien I am a weapon to be used against others. My looks are better so I win automatically, my grades are better and I have been told by many different people that I have a great disposition. I win against everyone in my life.
Nothing in my life has ever mattered, once. All of my choices were written out for me before I was born- no! Before I was created. I was never born, I was never truly human . I just have A human shape that blindly follows the orders he was programmed to with. A puppet to use and exploit. According to Ladybug every adult in my life growing up knew that and took advantage of the fact. No one cared enough or saw me as a person to tell me the truth.
If I died I could just be recreated again and no value would be lost even though it is just a copy. The original never really mattered as long as they could remake it. You couldn’t do that with real humans, you could though with sentibeings. You could do that with fake beings. You could do it with him, because he is fake and will always be fake.