She was... so wonderful. So bright and happy. I remember how she'd always play the piano. Not well though. I listened anyway. I just loved to see her be happy.
-shifts in seat-
-pauses then sighs-
Then the doctor said that she had three years to live at the maximum. It all changed after that. She was a shell of herself, angry at everyone. Lashing out at me while I tended to her. I think she was... ashamed of herself.
-pauses for a while, staring at the floor-
I loved her so much.
War is God.-Pauses, choosing his next words carefully-
...I think that whatever is going on, you know more than you're willing to admit. Or you know more than you're willing to remember. Maybe even a little of both.
-to White- Not if it's true, which it has been in the past. And I mean that maybe I haven't died yet. Or I'm in the White Place, and I'm hallucinating this to make my passing easier.
edited 11th Aug '12 1:46:03 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

-sitting on floor, still freaking out over HEAD-
-still watching-
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!