"In the end, who among us does not choose to be a little less right to be a little less lonely."
Day 284, Thursday March 11th
Lunchtime
The Carnival
Gave up thinking on it, last week. Couldn't figure an answer for either of them, and by now I doubt it'd matter if I did. Can't change what happened; can't change who I am, what I am. Or won't.
Been hearing about the girls, the past while. Heard they might have changed, might be apart. It's given me a tightness in my shoulders, wondering. Think it might change them a lot more than the obvious, that. And if they did it, well. My brother's one of the few I can think of, who might be able to do that. Think - know - they know better than to go to him. It could be one of his games though, and the thought of them getting caught up with him is enough to make me want to storm his tower itself.
At least nothing has happened to the town, for the past while. Not the whole town, not like the memory loss or the changed feelings. Just a dead god, another one. Excolo's hard on gods. Might explain why they lash out so much. Must sting them, immortals being killed by those they think ought to worship them. Shouldn't feel glad about it, truly. But it gives me hope, too.
The sun's bright and the air sharp but warm as I cross the bridge. Spring's well on its way, and there'll be a fresh bit of slaughtering after the new animals are born, clearing out those who've not quite made it through the winter. Like clearing old grass for new fields.
I hope they'll talk to me.
[Open to Hope, possibly Faith]
[Closed]
Lunchtime
The Carnival
Gave up thinking on it, last week. Couldn't figure an answer for either of them, and by now I doubt it'd matter if I did. Can't change what happened; can't change who I am, what I am. Or won't.
Been hearing about the girls, the past while. Heard they might have changed, might be apart. It's given me a tightness in my shoulders, wondering. Think it might change them a lot more than the obvious, that. And if they did it, well. My brother's one of the few I can think of, who might be able to do that. Think - know - they know better than to go to him. It could be one of his games though, and the thought of them getting caught up with him is enough to make me want to storm his tower itself.
At least nothing has happened to the town, for the past while. Not the whole town, not like the memory loss or the changed feelings. Just a dead god, another one. Excolo's hard on gods. Might explain why they lash out so much. Must sting them, immortals being killed by those they think ought to worship them. Shouldn't feel glad about it, truly. But it gives me hope, too.
The sun's bright and the air sharp but warm as I cross the bridge. Spring's well on its way, and there'll be a fresh bit of slaughtering after the new animals are born, clearing out those who've not quite made it through the winter. Like clearing old grass for new fields.
I hope they'll talk to me.
[Open to Hope, possibly Faith]
[Closed]