It's dreadfully vexing, this business of people's comings and goings dictated by the whims of something claiming to be fate. It'd be less so if there were more clarity behind it -- perhaps akin to those called off to wage war, or spiriting away in the night to avoid capture, or make a daring rescue of sorts.
Then again, you are a soldier, aren't you? This is, in effect, you being drafted yet again into some dreadful conflict. Perhaps I oughtn't be so surprised in this case. Not like the other cases -- the others who vanished.
You told me to be content in the moments as they come, yes? Especially since things like this happen all the time, at random, without anyone's say-so. Keep good memories in mind, I believe you said?
All I seem to recall is my constant wailing and fussing and whining your ears off, I'm afraid. There wasn't much good for you to have had in my company, was there? I seem to have a chronic condition where perfectly decent and good sorts of people come into my life and I do little but squander the time. Very little to cherish but regret there, don't you think?
Perhaps you'll be as Darin or Riptide and return in short order -- some kind of sign I have a chance to maybe do better, if it's even possible in my nature to do so. Or perhaps you'll be as Riku or Legosi or Kairi and simply...not come back. I can't say I wouldn't blame you; I assume a war would be easier to manage than my nonsense.
Let's be honest: Any second chance I get will be squandered before I can even think to try. I can play out happy reunions all I want in my mind for all the good it does when the second I open my mouth, frivolous and obnoxious nonsense pours forth.
I suppose I can only hope that, even in war, you have company that suits you better. You, of all people, deserve that sort of peace of mind.
And, I suppose...I saved myself a great deal of ink wasting time typing into this void. And a bit of embarrassment in finding pages scrawled with more of my useless drivel.
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I should have expected as much.
It's dreadfully vexing, this business of people's comings and goings dictated by the whims of something claiming to be fate. It'd be less so if there were more clarity behind it -- perhaps akin to those called off to wage war, or spiriting away in the night to avoid capture, or make a daring rescue of sorts.
Then again, you are a soldier, aren't you? This is, in effect, you being drafted yet again into some dreadful conflict. Perhaps I oughtn't be so surprised in this case. Not like the other cases -- the others who vanished.
You told me to be content in the moments as they come, yes? Especially since things like this happen all the time, at random, without anyone's say-so. Keep good memories in mind, I believe you said?
All I seem to recall is my constant wailing and fussing and whining your ears off, I'm afraid. There wasn't much good for you to have had in my company, was there? I seem to have a chronic condition where perfectly decent and good sorts of people come into my life and I do little but squander the time. Very little to cherish but regret there, don't you think?
Perhaps you'll be as Darin or Riptide and return in short order -- some kind of sign I have a chance to maybe do better, if it's even possible in my nature to do so. Or perhaps you'll be as Riku or Legosi or Kairi and simply...not come back. I can't say I wouldn't blame you; I assume a war would be easier to manage than my nonsense.
Let's be honest: Any second chance I get will be squandered before I can even think to try. I can play out happy reunions all I want in my mind for all the good it does when the second I open my mouth, frivolous and obnoxious nonsense pours forth.
I suppose I can only hope that, even in war, you have company that suits you better. You, of all people, deserve that sort of peace of mind.
And, I suppose...I saved myself a great deal of ink wasting time typing into this void. And a bit of embarrassment in finding pages scrawled with more of my useless drivel.
Perhaps I can be content with that.