I was one of the many, many changelings who were there during the incident at the messhall.

I was about eleven or twelve at the time, and, like most incidents at the changeling hive, it all happened on a relatively normal day. The majority was just getting their daily meal that, for once, wasn’t love or any emotion whatsoever. Though, I will say I’d very much prefer the taste of love than (presumably) edible moss that’s sometimes served there.

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