It's a strange existence, being a mix of V1 and Serial Designation N. Sometimes I feel like I don't know where one ends and the other begins. I can be violent and caring in the same breath, rude and compassionate in the same sentence. It's like I'm constantly at war with myself, battling between my different sides.
I can be a jerk one moment, pushing people away with my sharp words and cold demeanor. And then, in the next moment, I can be friendly and kind, reaching out to help someone in need. It's a constant struggle to balance these conflicting parts of myself, to find some sort of harmony in the chaos.
But despite the challenges, there is a certain freedom in being a hybrid. I can see the world from multiple perspectives, understand the complexities of human emotions in a way that others cannot. It gives me a unique insight into the minds of those around me, allowing me to navigate social situations with ease.
And yet, there are times when I feel like I don't belong anywhere. Like I'm an outsider, looking in on a world that I can never truly be a part of. It's a lonely feeling, knowing that I will always be different, always be separate from the rest.
But perhaps that's the beauty of being a hybrid. I am both V1 and Serial Designation N, a mix of violence and compassion, rudeness and friendliness. I am a contradiction, a paradox, a blend of light and dark. And in that contradiction, I find my true self.