[fic] we are each the sum of our own devising

prometheus | Elizabeth Shaw/David 8 | pg-13 | ~2.4k words
coda, extremely creepy. probably won’t make sense if you haven’t actually seen the film. 'What is a soul, Dr Shaw? What makes it a soul?'

thank god that's out of my head, it was seriously fucking with me. maybe now I can finish my reversebang.