01-21-2019, 11:02 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]No, no, no. Don't say that. "..." For a moment, the wolf sat, tongue-tied. Quietly, he continued, head bowed. "I can't say for sure. Cynthia wasn't exactly... Friendly. She kept her distance from others most of the time but... You can't shut everyone out. But everyone who got through..."
Clockpup. Zeref. Evan. Shattered. Ice. Everyone she looked twice at...
No wonder she thought she was bad luck...
"... She always ended up alone. The last one remaining. The pattern seemed too great to ignore... She got sick of it I suppose. Sick of losing. Sick of failing to truly be indifferent like she wanted. Cynthia always believed attachments were a waste of time, that feelings got in the way, but no matter how much she tried to pretend she didn't have them, she did... She looked for an out..." Against all advice... It made him feel sick. Angry. Sad.
He bit his lip. "She... Went on like normal, I suppose. She was a medic too, you know? Though she only did it because she had the knowledge. She never really felt too empathic for anyone. I think it left her empty though... I dunno if she's still where she was before, or if she moved on." If she died I'm sure I'd know... He left that unsaid.
He dug his claws into the grass, brows furrowed. "Don't say that."
"... Don't... Just give up, Kiira." Though you may be right... "At least... Don't look at yourself like a mistake. You're not a horrible anomaly. You're you. That makes you special." He tried a small smile. "Don't ever doubt that." And that's the cheesiest thing you've said this century.
"You're smart, Kiira. Even if there's no obvious solution, don't lose hope. Maybe just start with mastering control. Or learn more about the nature of souls."
"I believe in you. ... And if you need me, I'm here."
His stomach felt all kinds of knotted. Dreadful and hopeful. Memories of being pushed away and memories of failing with others he'd wanted to help...
Clockpup. Zeref. Evan. Shattered. Ice. Everyone she looked twice at...
No wonder she thought she was bad luck...
"... She always ended up alone. The last one remaining. The pattern seemed too great to ignore... She got sick of it I suppose. Sick of losing. Sick of failing to truly be indifferent like she wanted. Cynthia always believed attachments were a waste of time, that feelings got in the way, but no matter how much she tried to pretend she didn't have them, she did... She looked for an out..." Against all advice... It made him feel sick. Angry. Sad.
He bit his lip. "She... Went on like normal, I suppose. She was a medic too, you know? Though she only did it because she had the knowledge. She never really felt too empathic for anyone. I think it left her empty though... I dunno if she's still where she was before, or if she moved on." If she died I'm sure I'd know... He left that unsaid.
He dug his claws into the grass, brows furrowed. "Don't say that."
"... Don't... Just give up, Kiira." Though you may be right... "At least... Don't look at yourself like a mistake. You're not a horrible anomaly. You're you. That makes you special." He tried a small smile. "Don't ever doubt that." And that's the cheesiest thing you've said this century.
"You're smart, Kiira. Even if there's no obvious solution, don't lose hope. Maybe just start with mastering control. Or learn more about the nature of souls."
"I believe in you. ... And if you need me, I'm here."
His stomach felt all kinds of knotted. Dreadful and hopeful. Memories of being pushed away and memories of failing with others he'd wanted to help...