_ i, miss, dancing [Li]ke, [I] [U]sed to, [Be]fore [Th]e empire turned me, [In]to [Th]is

Didn't you die?
_ i, [H]ave, multiple [B]odies, [B]ut [O]ne [W]as, [K]illed [Y]es

C★n you go b★ck to being de★d?
_ not, [Y]et, [S]orry Sylink, [Th]ank [Y]ou [F]or, [As]king [At] [Th]e [V]ery least

★lright well, try ★nything ★nd you'll see how quickly someone c★n go from biology to physics.

Ok★y, y★y.
𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓇, While the Empire is of course worthy of reverence, it cannot be denied that much personal loss can occur amidst the gnashing jaws of conquest. Allow me, sir, to express my utmost pity for the loss you have suffered. It is with deepest sincerity that I express my hope for you to one night dance again, and I offer you immense gratitude for your service to our glorious empire. 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈, 𝒯.𝐹.
_ my, [S]ervice, [I]s [U]nwilling, my dance [I]s, [F]orever lost [B]ut [I] do, [Th]ank [Y]ou [F]or [Y]our [P]ity [F]or [W]hat [Li]ttle, [I]t may do to ease my [Pa]ins [At] losing my true [B]ody [F]orever,