( Stuff and things social complexity and Lyrin fucking up as usual and creating a monolith that had to be torn down YEEAAHHHHH???? )

She knows that, once upon a time, she would have had nothing to say.

No, that’s a lie.

She would have had everything to say- she would have said it all and then some.

But she couldn’t.

( We're all living a lie, lets at least make it a nice one. )

EVENTUALLY.

EVERYONE IS GONNA BE SICK AND TIRED.

OF EVERYTHING.

FUCKING EVERYTHING.

Kinda like me.

I MEAN I AM LIKE TECHNICALLY HIGHER ON THE LADDER HERE THAN SOVENA AND EVEN I AM KINDA LIKE:

NO, FUCK THIS, OVER IT. FUCK ALL THIS RESPONSIBILITY AND ORGANISATION.

and you know what? Pretty much everyone in this story would be like that too.

( AND THEN I GO ON ABOUT LIKE SIXTY BILLION DIFFERENT THINGS I NEED TO GET MY SHIT SORTED I MEAN GOOOOOOOD DAMN )