[He nods and listens. He does his best not to break.]
I'm sorry if I hurt anyone. I didn't mean to. I was...thinking that if I could, I could be anything. Be anyone but I chose to live....well, it doesn't matter.
You know,
[He sits up on the bed and smooths his hands over his face. The gloves were off and he was vulnerable.]
ever since I was little, I wanted to know what it was like to be a kid. And now that I know, I guess I never wanted to grow up. And then I did that and I got hurt. So I chose to stay away to keep myself from becoming like them. Hard, cold and distant. I didn't like that.
But it seems, now that I look back at it, I did exactly what they would do. I became distant. I refused to accept that part of me that grew up and cast it away. I want to help. I want to see people happy and I like the feeling of seeing someone smile even if it's just for a moment.
I have no intentions to. I don't know what happened. Normally I dream of colors and shapes. I hardly have dreams like this. I'm abstract and so are my dreams.
It's not something that I show often. I kinda like giving the people the impression that I'm some weakling with no idea how to fight, but you know, it has served me well in the past.
Say, when anyone says stuff like that, it's best to let it get under you but my dad has a way of doing it to me. He knows how to press just the right buttons. I kinda hate it, you know? No kid should ever hear that mess.
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Yeah. It's...yeah.
[He didn't want to repeat the potion incident since he has taken it once before a long time ago which caused his purple eyes.]
Huh, it's funny now I think about it. There's simply too many issues that surround a little thing. Um, I have a question.
[He rubs his eyes as he yawns.]
Am I selfish?
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I'm sorry if I hurt anyone. I didn't mean to. I was...thinking that if I could, I could be anything. Be anyone but I chose to live....well, it doesn't matter.
You know,
[He sits up on the bed and smooths his hands over his face. The gloves were off and he was vulnerable.]
ever since I was little, I wanted to know what it was like to be a kid. And now that I know, I guess I never wanted to grow up. And then I did that and I got hurt. So I chose to stay away to keep myself from becoming like them. Hard, cold and distant. I didn't like that.
But it seems, now that I look back at it, I did exactly what they would do. I became distant. I refused to accept that part of me that grew up and cast it away. I want to help. I want to see people happy and I like the feeling of seeing someone smile even if it's just for a moment.
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You deny it, but... is that really how you see yourself, Willy? As being selfish?
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Ah, you were having a bad dream, right?
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[He sighs and gives an embarrassed smile.]
Sorry about the fit. He's always had a way of getting under my skin.
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It's not something that I show often. I kinda like giving the people the impression that I'm some weakling with no idea how to fight, but you know, it has served me well in the past.
Say, when anyone says stuff like that, it's best to let it get under you but my dad has a way of doing it to me. He knows how to press just the right buttons. I kinda hate it, you know? No kid should ever hear that mess.
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