"I went back to Lilycove," Voile heard herself saying, though it didn't feel like her at all. "Lilycove is my home. People... go to their homes. People belong at their homes. People belong... there. But I'm not a person. If I'm not a person do I belong anywhere? Am I just an unwanted piece?"
She made very little effort to move from her position, "...I went back to Lilycove. I'd come all the way here for one thing and one thing only. It was a selfish thing. It was selfish and self-centered and I wanted it more than anything in the world. I came here to obtain it. I did obtain it."
"I went back to Lilycove," she repeated herself as though she hadn't reiterated it enough. "I went back... because with these hands, with these eyes, with these legs, with these arms, with... with it all, I am just a thing. I thought if I could be one, if I could be like one, that it would be fine. I've... never longed for something so much that I would go so far to attain it. I've never felt like that for anything."
"So I went back to Lilycove. I went back to him. And I am nothing. And you are nothing. And we are nothing. And my heart is nothing. And no one is anything. And the world is nothing. And those dreams are nothing. And there is nothing. And all is dark."
There was a frustration. An immense frustration. It lasted no longer than a few moments and then it left. When someone reached the end of whatever it was they reached, that was it. There was nothing left. Even Voile had hit that. If there was nothing remaining, she really had nothing remaining. She could only sit on her words, sit on her agitation.
She'd made her point, however. She'd made her point to an irritating man. But what point was it? She could think of nothing better and nothing greater than returning to her room. A week of sleep and perhaps it would seem nothing had actually passed.
She made very little effort to move from her position, "...I went back to Lilycove. I'd come all the way here for one thing and one thing only. It was a selfish thing. It was selfish and self-centered and I wanted it more than anything in the world. I came here to obtain it. I did obtain it."
"I went back to Lilycove," she repeated herself as though she hadn't reiterated it enough. "I went back... because with these hands, with these eyes, with these legs, with these arms, with... with it all, I am just a thing. I thought if I could be one, if I could be like one, that it would be fine. I've... never longed for something so much that I would go so far to attain it. I've never felt like that for anything."
"So I went back to Lilycove. I went back to him. And I am nothing. And you are nothing. And we are nothing. And my heart is nothing. And no one is anything. And the world is nothing. And those dreams are nothing. And there is nothing. And all is dark."
And I want my mother...
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She'd made her point, however. She'd made her point to an irritating man. But what point was it? She could think of nothing better and nothing greater than returning to her room. A week of sleep and perhaps it would seem nothing had actually passed.
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