No Man Is An Island
Man, this is some Grade A depressing stuff. Holy crap, I look at Lyon and call her an island, when I'm no better whenever I take my friends for granted and just focus on one person. Ahh, this must be karma for totally forgetting 'bout ice cream with Faylen! And then I go and wonder why she gives me the psycho eyes...
And y'know the whole gambling thing, leaving without a word... I'm doin' the exact same things as mom did, or the Prince, and yet he gets more attention for not even being around! And I'm here every flippin' day! How does that work?
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Really, would anyone even care if I just disappeared? I know I do my share of bad deeds, but... ah, it doesn't matter anyway. I'll never get outta this rut if I just stay here! First I gotta go earn, what was it, 100,000 potch? I guess I could do that if I starred in a lotta high-profile roles... but who'd want me for canceling all these tours just for... --oh, duh, I can just go to a place where no one knows me... yet! Okay, this is good stuff, I'm gonna figure this out...! Salvaging my reputation is what I do best. ... Or second-best. Yeah, second-best!
I should leave some kinda note, though, right? ... Nah, actually Faylen would just follow me, and this is my mess to sort out. She still has a place here, and should be stable with our old tournament winnings, so that's one less thing for me to worry 'bout. Haa~
... Sorry, partner, but it's time for this star to fly solo again. And I won't forget 'bout that ice cream...
*unties his yellow scarf and looks at it for a moment, before leaving it on his table, next to an origami mongoose that he planned to give away some while ago*
...... Adios, Budehuc!