twelve [written/action] | Saturday at a less silly time

[imatreenow]

[It isn't easy, having your eyes pried open and forced to look at a truth you never wanted to see. A few days have passed since Martel looked straight at him and explained that what he had done was wrong, and each minute since then as crawled by slowly, weighed down with tension. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong... The word echoes off the walls of

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[risingwinds]

I never had a problem with discrimination. I've met all kinds of people. Talking mice and ducks, aliens, princesses and fairies. They're all my friends.

[A beat.]

The way I see it, it doesn't matter what you are; it's who you are that counts.

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[risingwinds]

I think everyone's hearts can be strong. Sometimes they just don't realize it.

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[imatreenow]

You're wrong.

[No matter how powerful he became as a Seraph, his heart never got any stronger. He leaves it at that; he's getting nowhere with these circular arguments. This isn't what he wanted, and so he just...stops. End of conversation.]