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It seems I need to invest in a new hobby. I have been spending far too much time baking as of late. I simply cannot eat all of this myself, yet it seems like a shame to let it all go to waste. I don't suppose there are any students out there that would like to make a request?
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Dear Melissa,
No, I haven't done it yet. I realize that putting it off is only going to to make me anxious. I believe it's doing so already. I've been baking so much I'm shocked by my own wastefulness. I've begun spending more time as a human simply to avoid plucking my feathers out. I can't bear the way the days drag on endlessly, yet I dread the thought of speaking to her. Even the sun brings me no comfort.
Foresight is no gift. I have said it before, but I haven't meant it with as much vehemence as now. Is there nothing to life beyond dangling from a string? There is no struggle when the path before you is unobscured, but there is no triumph, either. I can't fathom why this is being asked of me. No... not asked. Demanded. Even I do not understand the exact nature of the force guiding me, but... the hand that carves my path must be a cruel one.
We will meet, and I will look her in the eyes and tell her I do not love her.
I'm quite aware that I wished for feeling, but this was not what I had in mind.
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Forgive me if this question seems out of place. I am aware that this is the sort of question best left to Dialga or Celebi, but I'm afraid I haven't had the honor of meeting either. You two are the closest things we have to gods, save the sun itself.
I was wondering... do either of you happen to know anything about foresight? If one were to deviate from the events laid out by their visions... what would the consequences be? I'm certain these instincts of mine exist for a reason; my kind would not fear the things we see so much if we felt they could be sidestepped at will.
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...How are you feeling, Lash?
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Dear Melissa,
No, I haven't done it yet. I realize that putting it off is only going to to make me anxious. I believe it's doing so already. I've been baking so much I'm shocked by my own wastefulness. I've begun spending more time as a human simply to avoid plucking my feathers out. I can't bear the way the days drag on endlessly, yet I dread the thought of speaking to her. Even the sun brings me no comfort.
Foresight is no gift. I have said it before, but I haven't meant it with as much vehemence as now. Is there nothing to life beyond dangling from a string? There is no struggle when the path before you is unobscured, but there is no triumph, either. I can't fathom why this is being asked of me. No... not asked. Demanded. Even I do not understand the exact nature of the force guiding me, but... the hand that carves my path must be a cruel one.
We will meet, and I will look her in the eyes and tell her I do not love her.
I'm quite aware that I wished for feeling, but this was not what I had in mind.
--
Forgive me if this question seems out of place. I am aware that this is the sort of question best left to Dialga or Celebi, but I'm afraid I haven't had the honor of meeting either. You two are the closest things we have to gods, save the sun itself.
I was wondering... do either of you happen to know anything about foresight? If one were to deviate from the events laid out by their visions... what would the consequences be? I'm certain these instincts of mine exist for a reason; my kind would not fear the things we see so much if we felt they could be sidestepped at will.
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...How are you feeling, Lash?