♕ |[64]| through me to some me not yet there who i suppose is you

[had_not_lived]

The first time the City turned me into someone I wasn't-- still me, but a me who isn't and never could be real-- was a few months, I guess, after I first came here. I hadn't realized before then what that could be like. Believing a whole other lifetime. I remember I acted like an ass afterward. I was embarrassed about being cursed, I guess, or

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[renegare]

Two years caged. And you're alive.

[had_not_lived]

I don't think of it as being caged, though I understand why a lot of people do.

[renegare]

A prouder animal would choose suicide.

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[had_not_lived]

[had_not_lived]

You don't know what you're saying.

[renegare]

I know what I'm implying.

[had_not_lived]

I don't think I have anything to say to you.

[renegare]

You do. After two years, you have information.

[had_not_lived]

Not to help you.

[renegare]

Nothing short of escape 'helps.' The rest is collateral.

[had_not_lived]

I've never been interested in escaping. I have nowhere to escape to. The City's home now, for me. And you're not doing much to make me want to help you, either.

[renegare]

No where to escape...

Your world is dead.

[had_not_lived]

I am.

[renegare]

With nothing to lose or gain.

How much is that information worth?

[had_not_lived]

Find someone else to tell you.