Parts of me are character, and some parts are just me. Merry tends to be much wilder than me, but I have more heart than she does. A dead rabbit would make me cry while Merry would have it sent to the galley for dinner. Merry is a bit more flirty, while Me is just friendly. My job frowns on any carrying on at all, corprate ants following the herd.
They know what I do, but not why.
My friends are my friends, regardless.