Jun 06, 2008 09:16
[ psychic thoughts; only -vaguely- hear-able by those with psychic abilities & will transmit feelings of solitude, worry and peace and whispered bits (in blue) and words to those who do not have them ]
How many days have passed by since he left me... Time seems to be flowing without really flowing. It's not fair... And the more I find myself dwelling here, the more I find myself... concerned with them, the people who stay here.
I hate it. I hate them-- and yet I fear for them......
I don't want this. If I allow them close... they'll have to face monsters I won't be able to keep from them...
Humans... you truly are a conflicting existence. I can't get over my loathing. Even after all this time. I'm trying. But it's difficult. When you've hated for so long, and when they've hated us for just as long...
Burn... how many times will you betray me until you're satisfied?
...Sonia... Brad... Carlo... Emilio. Are you happy now...?
[/psychic thoughts]
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It seems that only the point between moonfall and sunrise are the times this City experiences any sort of peace.
How pitiful.
[ooc; commentlog and journal, he's just watching the City from a high point. Thoughtful psychiccer is thoughtful~ ]
thoughts,
sonia,
brad,
thinking,
transmission,
burn,
keith's sadness,
i want my noa,
emilio,
carlo,
journal and commentlog