"something missing... from the start. and now know why. was never meant... to be here. and so we end. little by little, in a foreign world... like a forest that once stood tall... but the sun is weak, and soil barren, and water wrong... others thrive... and we fade."
...well, there's a lot I could say, and a lot of advice I could give, but—
........I'm sorry. It's never easy to find a new way to live, even in plenty of circumstances where your old way of life is wiped away much less traumatically.
I'm afraid that's not on offer very often. There's certainly... at least one circumstance, where I would do the same, but—there is little one can do to change the past.
There are plenty of things you can offer others around you, while you have the chance, other than your death, and plenty of people who would care very much for you to live in any way that you can.
"but not... whole. damaged. remembering, always... how things used to be... knowing they can never be the same... having to accept, cruelty and discord... a monstrous existence."
...something was done to me that wounded me very badly, emotionally. I did terrible things because of it, and though I eventually rose above it, somehow—I don't think it will ever leave me. There will always be that shadow, there.
He breathes out, more evenly this time, slumping back a little.
"but what if... that shadow... was greater than anything you are? and it only... grows. consumes... everything. no... lasting joy. no purpose. no place... to belong. is that... life?"
It felt like that for... a while, for me. I didn't think I could escape it. I thought I would rather... end, than face eternity like that.
But—I found a new purpose. I found people who understood me. When it hurts like that, when you're inside the shadow of that dark cloud, it feels like it will go on forever and devour you, but it can't. Not entirely.
And—well, eventually, I was able to teach young people, to help show them the way of what the world could be; eventually I was... able to love again.
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"a mortal... view."
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I don't like the kind of thinking that comes along with accepting oneself as immutable, immortal though I may be.
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"different... worlds. for us, to change... so quickly... is to lose oneself. may we not live... in a way we are meant to?"
He chuckles, bitterly, almost tearfully.
"but of course... we may not. and thus, we end."
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she pulls her knees up to her chest. ]
...what was the way you feel you were meant to live, then?
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He's quiet for a time, as though struggling for words.
"...peaceful. understanding. everyone, part of... whole. to be apart... alone... is torture."
"even... mortals feel it. fear, of solitude. need... to connect. with others. but... so much greater for us."
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I'm sure you can still connect with people, but it's not the same, right? It's not like you remembered it.
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"something missing... from the start. and now know why. was never meant... to be here. and so we end. little by little, in a foreign world... like a forest that once stood tall... but the sun is weak, and soil barren, and water wrong... others thrive... and we fade."
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........I'm sorry. It's never easy to find a new way to live, even in plenty of circumstances where your old way of life is wiped away much less traumatically.
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"no new way. we are... last. of our people. cycle... broken. and i... he... is gone, long gone."
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Rather, I imagine—it's more something like dying alone?
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"death... is always met alone."
He digs his hands into the sand, slowly at first, then deeper and deeper.
"but i would... a thousand times over... to save, everyone..."
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There are plenty of things you can offer others around you, while you have the chance, other than your death, and plenty of people who would care very much for you to live in any way that you can.
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Birdity shakes his head, hands still tense, fingers digging into the sand of the beach.
"and if i cannot... live? only exist? would you still... bind me, to this world?"
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...maybe it will feel like just existing for a while. I don't know how long. But—the heart is resilient. With time, and care, and help—it can heal.
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"but not... whole. damaged. remembering, always... how things used to be... knowing they can never be the same... having to accept, cruelty and discord... a monstrous existence."
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...is what happened to you what makes you what you are?
Or is it how you respond to it?
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...something was done to me that wounded me very badly, emotionally. I did terrible things because of it, and though I eventually rose above it, somehow—I don't think it will ever leave me. There will always be that shadow, there.
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He breathes out, more evenly this time, slumping back a little.
"but what if... that shadow... was greater than anything you are? and it only... grows. consumes... everything. no... lasting joy. no purpose. no place... to belong. is that... life?"
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But—I found a new purpose. I found people who understood me. When it hurts like that, when you're inside the shadow of that dark cloud, it feels like it will go on forever and devour you, but it can't. Not entirely.
And—well, eventually, I was able to teach young people, to help show them the way of what the world could be; eventually I was... able to love again.