Will you give me this final dance?
(There’s something there. I can feel it, I know. I’m not really stupid— I know I care about him. It’s just daunting to admit. Give me a little more time, first.)
...I feel like words can't really explain my feelings and thoughts here. 'Complicated' is a good word, 'convoluted' is another, maybe even 'captivated', but that sounds far more gooey than it's meant. Eyecatching yet hiding out of the spotlight, like a thief dancing just beyond the flashlight's beam, toeing the edge to see how close you can get without taking the plunge. You baffle me beyond words, yet it just makes me more determined to stay, you know. Not like you need to hear it- not like I'd say it. You can see it for yourself, anyways. A back and forth that never ends, a dangerous searchlight that you stay just away from the edge of. I wonder how you feel about it, sometimes, if you mind as much, still. But you know I'm not going anywhere, be it out of care, stubbornness, or spite- it doesn't matter why. Just that you can't get rid of me. For now, that's all that matters.
You are important. Were important. Still are.
I guess I have to give one for the situation first, right..?
I with I could have been there when you started your circus. I still want to. If you see a few extra lights, you'll know who it is.
...I hope you don't forgive me, either, but I'll miss you regardless.
...I miss you. It hurts. It hurt a lot, you know? But I don't think I can hate you. I mean, who would I be to, anyways? You did so much for me, you know? I don't know if I'd be the person I am without you. Is that weird to say? Aha... visit me sometimes, will you? You don't have to show yourself, I just want you to know the damage wasn't irreversible.
Hey uh. What have you been doing while I was gone…? I promise I won’t snap this time. *something glimmers behind my back*
Fetus Hinata was born exactly once, when he was first created. All the Mods watched his immaculate Creation, exactly Once, and Never Again. Currently, he is sleeping amphibiously in his playpen.
...Maybe in another life, we could be friends. Preferably one I don't kill you and nine others in.
I thought you had a good heart, though. I'm still not sre what's so great about humans, but whatever you thought you saw in us... you had it. You were alive and had a presence like no other, and I'm sorry I took that away from you before you could come to realize it.
...I feel bad that my instinctive response to all that is to say "it's okay", because it's really not. But somehow, I still don't want to blame you, even if it is your fault.
I don't...I didn't want to die? But I don't carry the same feeling of...anger that some of the others might.
(I guess I'm just not really capable of feeling it to the same extent, huh...?)
...Weirdly enough, I think we're similar in some strange ways.
I hope you're doing well for yourself.
Brb gonna go hatecrime Prof. Callahan.
( > < )!! Get his ass!!!
Like watching distant lights on the ocean floor.
Hey. It was never your fault.
Your father’s a dick. Sorry— I really did think I could take him on, and now you…
...? You're so weird, lmao. Sure, why not. I like you already :) Besides, you promised me you'd let me know, didn't you? I'm holding you to that.
Such a shame about your hands. Rest assured, I haven't changed my mind on them. _^ Perhaps when we meet properly, I'll get to voice my appreciation anew. Let's get along when that happens—if that's alright with you?
Artifact hunter, huh? Sure, I'll toss some stuff your way. As long as you tell me what your work's like, all right?
Antiques...! Ooh, here's my card! I mean, if you want it— it'd just be useful for us to get in touch, right? [If you end up stuck with some cursed antique, call. Alright?]