undeserving - open; contemplation

[SirDio]

To DeadWonderland, no one within the Forged was a freak. There were oddities, yes, but none she would title as a freak or monster. To her, their oddities only added to the variety! And who didn't love variety? Madmen!

The gentle tap of metal against stone and lava-rock could be heard from behind Brymstone as Dead walked up to him, a small smile on her face. "Hey, there's some dull bastards in the Forged, i think we can both agree on that. They fail to see the variety you bring." She sat beside him, taking a look at her peg leg. "Honestly, I can't wait to see what you bring to this place. You're more worthy than most of these ironfolk." She offered a smile to his grinning skull, a small hint of earnestness in her voice.

OF CANDY, AND JAM, AND ICE CREAM! [color=#ac778f]"Dead Speaking"