He sighed, sounding very put upon, turning and putting the paper on the flat rock so he could write. "What is it you're trying to do here?" he asked, scribbling away.
i cant do this anymore. im sorry.
i saw my parents. thers this girl who pulls people into her dreams and there own dreams and i saw my parents i saw them and i cant i just cant do this anymore.
i've met death. i'm not skered.
shes pretty hot anyway.
"You want me to keep quiet? Fine. I'll keep my damn mouth shut. I don't know your name and I didn't catch a good glimpse of ya' anyway." He didn't sound afraid and for once in life, he found that he really wasn't all that frightened. A little hyped on adrenaline and not in control of his own body, but it felt distant to him. Unreal.
Or perhaps it was, instead, just a little too familiar.
"That's pretty damn easy to understand, and honestly, I really don't give a shit what evil, zany hijinks you're up to anyway. But if you're trying to get me to cower and wince and beg for mercy and all that crap just to get your egotistic evil jollies, it ain't gonna happen, lady. I'll do what you want, but only 'cause I don't really care if anyone other than me knows who you really are--somebody's bound to figure it out on their own and take you down--and I ain't gonna give you the satifaction of thinking you can control me."
Because it was still his choice. Grovel and cower and beg or die horribly and painfully.
But it was still a choice.
i am sorry i realy am cuz of all i put you all thru. to have dun all that and hav it end lik this...
but i'm not afrade. and if im not afrade then what the hells stoppin me?
i miss my family. ive done pretty well for a pahtetic littel mudfoot you now? why push my luck?
beka u can hav all my cds. leste i can do for the person that savd me. i got to have a real life thanks to you. i got to go out into the stars. i got to know wut it wuz lik to be a free man. ther is no way i culd thank you for that.
trance uve always gided me down the rite path, always seen what way for beka and rev and me to go. im counting on that now. keep looking to the future. keep finding the rite path for beka. she nedes a gud luck charm
There was only a moment's hesitation, as he thought what to write next.
Or at least it looked like he was thinking. What was really happening was that a struggle went on in his head as he tried to change a single word from what he felt compelled to write instead.
im sorry my sparkly golden pixie.
"You kill me and someone's gonna figure it out eventually. You don't kill me, I choose to keep my mouth shut and there's nothing that's gonna make people suspicious. But I ain't doing the groveling thing, and while I have a preference for living, I met Death and she is a royal babe."
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i cant do this anymore. im sorry.
i saw my parents. thers this girl who pulls people into her dreams and there own dreams and i saw my parents i saw them and i cant i just cant do this anymore.
i've met death. i'm not skered.
shes pretty hot anyway.
"You want me to keep quiet? Fine. I'll keep my damn mouth shut. I don't know your name and I didn't catch a good glimpse of ya' anyway." He didn't sound afraid and for once in life, he found that he really wasn't all that frightened. A little hyped on adrenaline and not in control of his own body, but it felt distant to him. Unreal.
Or perhaps it was, instead, just a little too familiar.
"That's pretty damn easy to understand, and honestly, I really don't give a shit what evil, zany hijinks you're up to anyway. But if you're trying to get me to cower and wince and beg for mercy and all that crap just to get your egotistic evil jollies, it ain't gonna happen, lady. I'll do what you want, but only 'cause I don't really care if anyone other than me knows who you really are--somebody's bound to figure it out on their own and take you down--and I ain't gonna give you the satifaction of thinking you can control me."
Because it was still his choice. Grovel and cower and beg or die horribly and painfully.
But it was still a choice.
i am sorry i realy am cuz of all i put you all thru. to have dun all that and hav it end lik this...
but i'm not afrade. and if im not afrade then what the hells stoppin me?
i miss my family. ive done pretty well for a pahtetic littel mudfoot you now? why push my luck?
beka u can hav all my cds. leste i can do for the person that savd me. i got to have a real life thanks to you. i got to go out into the stars. i got to know wut it wuz lik to be a free man. ther is no way i culd thank you for that.
trance uve always gided me down the rite path, always seen what way for beka and rev and me to go. im counting on that now. keep looking to the future. keep finding the rite path for beka. she nedes a gud luck charm
There was only a moment's hesitation, as he thought what to write next.
Or at least it looked like he was thinking. What was really happening was that a struggle went on in his head as he tried to change a single word from what he felt compelled to write instead.
im sorry my sparkly golden pixie.
"You kill me and someone's gonna figure it out eventually. You don't kill me, I choose to keep my mouth shut and there's nothing that's gonna make people suspicious. But I ain't doing the groveling thing, and while I have a preference for living, I met Death and she is a royal babe."