028 - [voice][private//accidentally hackable]
[Subdued.]
He had a point. It is clear now, vibrantly clear, that even such edged words carried some truth. There are fifteen years I am missing for my ambition, for the product of my father's... No. For the achievement of my goals. Fifteen years. And I am twenty-seven, and yet I am not, am I?
I am twelve. Thirteen in May.
Fallen for a... boy who--
[Her voice breaks. She falls silent a long moment. When she speaks it is more composed. Calm, once more.]
But that is immaterial. I will go on. He was a -- he was nothing. No. No, were he nothing he would not have...
I have read of romance, the knight who wore the token of his lady into battle, who returned to kiss her hand. I know of the biological aspects of sexual intercourse, as well as the release of hormones, their effects. I know that the drive to mate and reproduce is instinct. That love is a purely human construction placed upon that instinct, of course. The entire purpose remains to get children, does it not?
But fairy tales so rarely spoke of children. They spoke only of Happy Ever After.
And what do I know of love but his lips on my cheek? Oh, Link. And yet he--
No. Whatever world this is, it is no more fairy tale than I have ever lived. Their remains my goals, my family. My cause. But something... I have lost something. I do not know what it is, but I have lost it. It hurts.
He had a point. It is clear now, vibrantly clear, that even such edged words carried some truth. There are fifteen years I am missing for my ambition, for the product of my father's... No. For the achievement of my goals. Fifteen years. And I am twenty-seven, and yet I am not, am I?
I am twelve. Thirteen in May.
Fallen for a... boy who--
[Her voice breaks. She falls silent a long moment. When she speaks it is more composed. Calm, once more.]
But that is immaterial. I will go on. He was a -- he was nothing. No. No, were he nothing he would not have...
I have read of romance, the knight who wore the token of his lady into battle, who returned to kiss her hand. I know of the biological aspects of sexual intercourse, as well as the release of hormones, their effects. I know that the drive to mate and reproduce is instinct. That love is a purely human construction placed upon that instinct, of course. The entire purpose remains to get children, does it not?
But fairy tales so rarely spoke of children. They spoke only of Happy Ever After.
And what do I know of love but his lips on my cheek? Oh, Link. And yet he--
No. Whatever world this is, it is no more fairy tale than I have ever lived. Their remains my goals, my family. My cause. But something... I have lost something. I do not know what it is, but I have lost it. It hurts.