They stare into the fire. The silence stretches thin. In some ways, because they always strive to without trying, it feels like they're not even there.
"I don't know."
They don't have the answers to everything. They don't have the answers to anything. They've only done anything in their life because they were afraid, or because they felt like it, or because they wanted to be forgiven. Maybe they climbed a mountain, once; they saved an Underground, once; they met a child and danced patterns into dust, once; they ERASED themself, once.
It was their choice, but maybe they weren't choosing their consequences after all. Maybe they were just doing whatever they wanted.
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"I don't know."
They don't have the answers to everything. They don't have the answers to anything. They've only done anything in their life because they were afraid, or because they felt like it, or because they wanted to be forgiven. Maybe they climbed a mountain, once; they saved an Underground, once; they met a child and danced patterns into dust, once; they ERASED themself, once.
It was their choice, but maybe they weren't choosing their consequences after all. Maybe they were just doing whatever they wanted.
Maybe they were in control all along.
They don't know.