She is scars instead of skin and metal more than bone, bound by blood in between.
Mirror face and mirror eyes with blemishes to differ, golden skin and blackened hair like permanents of fire,
She burns bright and he burns cold and for all her silvered tongue and muscle's worth,
She is not her body; she is her brother's sister and has always been since birth.

I feel
As you feel
And choose
Like you choose.
I am circuits
And steel washed in
Oil for blood.
But I am alive.
And I am not alone.

And neither are you.

And flesh or
Machine matter
We can overcome
Together
One and the same.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LZhniP-TcLY-zhv1klErC7JarWELo5umdPMeLyM054g/edit?usp=sharing

It's a thing, a short thing, have it, sorry.

I'm a *little* sorry for the dialogue. But only a little.