( 'So. Tell me about it.' (Brent) )

The following are all written on white paper in Ilad's neatest hand, in English. Except for Jean-Paul's, which comes in the form of a secured email.

( Jean-Paul )

( 'Thank you for coming out. It means a lot.' (Brent) )

( ' You're so private, and I'm so -- I don't know.' (Brent) )

It is frustrating, at times, with him -- to dance to the same old tune. It is not as though I can tell him that there is something to fear, or nothing to fear. It is more that when there was nothing to fear, I faced a purposeless grind stretching on into infinity and my only glimpse of the future was shrouded wholly in a continuance of more of the ( Read more... )

( 'I'm glad you could come out.' (Brent) )

I wonder at him, that he might still yearn so for the touch of a man whose very nature he is bound to find despicable. Yet often we do not understand each other. We see the same symbol and understand it to be opposite. From the writing on a bank note to the marks that scar my body: we each read our own stories from these self-same pages. On some ( Read more... )

What is a loyal man?

Once I was certain that it was I, and that was all there was to say of the matter. But now here, as everywhere else, I have become uncertain; doubt is a plague to me, to my spirit. I long for the simplicity of a few short hours ago, when apart from a few familiar doubts, all I felt was the pleasant aftermath of a very good ( Read more... )

( 'Do you ever not feel safe?' (Brent) )

( 'You're going to leave.' (Brent) )