To die here... would not feel like an end, either. Do those who Father chews up truly die? Or are they burned forever within Sika Madu's fires? No. I would not wish for my missing piece to end my life here. Somewhere else. Somewhere with nowhere for me to return to.
But there is more to my wish than merely my own desire. It is also a promise I meant to keep, made long ago, to the very man who inspired such nihilism within me. I would usher his soul similarly into nothingness, wherever it may rest, either within the aetherial sea or reborn anew upon the star. Complicated, is it not? To be stretched between one ending and another like this.
Another, though I believe I have answered your original question rather thoroughly. If you care to know more, I suggest you heed those gossiping little nothings, for you will get little else from me.
[ He has no interest in delving into his old interpersonal relationships, thanks. ]
[Ah, that would do it. Whether love or dedication, attachment like that was the hardest part of letting any sort of idea go, no matter how maddening.]
Ahh, and here I thought I might finally be getting to know you a little.
[Shirt still in hand, he makes quick work of slipping it back up and over his head, adjusting the turtleneck to cover the seal that sits at his nape, adjusting the sleeves so nothing beyond the wrist is shown.]
The students only skirt the truth. I'd rather not entertain anything from them as gospel.
True enough, but what they chatter about isn't always so wrong.
[ An idea that cannot be let go. When it is all a man has left to cling to, doing anything less makes no sense. Ah, but he's seen Solomon's tattoos. His curiosity has been sated, for now. ]
I shall let you get back to your idle time-wasting, then. Do have a nice day~.
[ Or not. He'll offer a mocking little bow before taking his leave. ]
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[ Or to, at least, suggest another wish. ]
To die here... would not feel like an end, either. Do those who Father chews up truly die? Or are they burned forever within Sika Madu's fires? No. I would not wish for my missing piece to end my life here. Somewhere else. Somewhere with nowhere for me to return to.
But there is more to my wish than merely my own desire. It is also a promise I meant to keep, made long ago, to the very man who inspired such nihilism within me. I would usher his soul similarly into nothingness, wherever it may rest, either within the aetherial sea or reborn anew upon the star. Complicated, is it not? To be stretched between one ending and another like this.
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It's a bit beyond my understanding. But feelings do have a tendency to transcend time.
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Is it a you from a previous life, or another soul entirely?
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[ He has no interest in delving into his old interpersonal relationships, thanks. ]
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Ahh, and here I thought I might finally be getting to know you a little.
[Shirt still in hand, he makes quick work of slipping it back up and over his head, adjusting the turtleneck to cover the seal that sits at his nape, adjusting the sleeves so nothing beyond the wrist is shown.]
The students only skirt the truth. I'd rather not entertain anything from them as gospel.
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[ An idea that cannot be let go. When it is all a man has left to cling to, doing anything less makes no sense. Ah, but he's seen Solomon's tattoos. His curiosity has been sated, for now. ]
I shall let you get back to your idle time-wasting, then. Do have a nice day~.
[ Or not. He'll offer a mocking little bow before taking his leave. ]