eighth little thought

[notthehead]

[this thought voice is methodical, a recitation from his own notes, thought-spoken aloud rather devoid of emotion...from the start.

gradually, though, the notes of despair sink in and cause a slowing of pace.

well. slow for him. you know how it goes.]

Mikado and Sakra-who-writes and Sakra-with-glass and Ro-hey and the yellow beast and Co-let and

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[dorkways]

...What's wrong, buddy?

[notthehead]

Ohn is still here as well now yes...and there are too many names now there are too many and it is too much time to be here now it is getting too big!

[dorkways]

[pause...]

You don't have to remember the names of everyone, you know! A-And maybe some of them will come back, though I guess we should be glad they're back home.

[notthehead]

[WOE.] I am not glad I do not want to know any more I do not want this place to be bigger than the rest of what I know I do not want to know more any more I want to remember Klovodokaravi more and I do not remember!

[dorkways]

You don't remember...Klovodosomething? Is that where you come from?

[notthehead]

Klovodokaravi is I and I am Klovodokaravi and others like I and I should be with others like I and not here.

[dorkways]

Yeah, I know it's weird to be stuck here! And probably really creepy considering how everyone is like ten times your size.

Um. I guess maybe one day you'll get to go back home, too?

[notthehead]

When is a day I go to a new home?

[dorkways]

I don't know exactly...and I can't promise it but maybe! A lot of people seem to come and go and all.

[notthehead]

Cannot promise... [beat.]

To not promise is better than to promise and be false...

[dorkways]

Exactly...I mean, a lot of people leave but I heard some people have been here for a loooong time!