...I don't really know.
It's hard to explain. They... the men in coats, the ones that weren't really men, the ones that found me after the Fay in the tree, they had me store a lot of information, with their needles. They liked that I was a million people, but still only one. So they kept trying to see if I would stay the same if I was everyone in the city, or if I could be like them and like humans at the same time. They thought it would work, so I became them, too, but they're all gone now.
...There are so many lives I remember now. Sometimes I forget I'm real.
There are other things, too, now that I'm... now that I'm like this. More human, maybe, but now that I can think I can control it.
...
I guess that doesn't really make sense. I don't really know how to describe it.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Has switched to idly staring out the window since it's more interesting than blood-spattered drywall-
...I remember the first time I looked into someone. It was an accident, though.
Most of it's gone.
I looked through the doctor's notes, but he never found others that could do that. Except for him. I don't think he knew I could do it, either.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistIt doesn't make it any easier, though. It's hard, not getting lost in your own head.
...
-Reaches out and touches the wall-
-His hand goes numb and he jerks it away-
...Maybe Tifa wasn't even real, like Sarah. Maybe none of them were real. No way to tell anymore.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

Different how?