December 2 | 7 \\ [voice]
Really not much point to any of this, is there? If you've got nothing to go back to.
[Someone who knows what to look for might detect the slight British accent Mello usually tries his best to hide.
He's had far too much time alone with his thoughts, none of which are pleasant, lately. For once in his life (does this even count as life?), he doesn't know what to do. He can't get away and start over. There's no away. All the plans he's made here seem impossible now. Probably were impossible all along, and he just fooled himself into thinking he could make them happen.
It's not his world, not his problems. Power would be worthless to him here, with nowhere to go after the effort of gaining it, a ladder to nowhere, to use the metaphor he indulged in, talking to Travis. A means with no end, and in the nights he spent lying awake in the clinic, drugged into lethargy but not into sleep, the real question became inescapable: Is a life in which nothing he wants is attainable really better than no life at all?]
[Someone who knows what to look for might detect the slight British accent Mello usually tries his best to hide.
He's had far too much time alone with his thoughts, none of which are pleasant, lately. For once in his life (does this even count as life?), he doesn't know what to do. He can't get away and start over. There's no away. All the plans he's made here seem impossible now. Probably were impossible all along, and he just fooled himself into thinking he could make them happen.
It's not his world, not his problems. Power would be worthless to him here, with nowhere to go after the effort of gaining it, a ladder to nowhere, to use the metaphor he indulged in, talking to Travis. A means with no end, and in the nights he spent lying awake in the clinic, drugged into lethargy but not into sleep, the real question became inescapable: Is a life in which nothing he wants is attainable really better than no life at all?]