-nods in agreement-
...("Very dysfunctional.")
Suggestion to put up Dysfunction Junction on the trope page. Yea/Nay?
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-Stares coldly back- Good for him. Maybe they're with my son right now. But somehow, I doubt it.
-Ignores the point about sacrifices since that's part of what he was trying to say already-
Death, do you need a recap? Some of Arturia's arguments aren't really arguments. They are agreements. @Rivux: Yea.
-Heads outside-
edited 12th Aug '12 11:29:00 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-to Daisy- Then you obviously weren't listening. And I don't know what to do for Aradia, okay? Truth be told, she'll have to wait for her chance like the rest of us did. Now stop bothering me.
It's not branding. I knew a man who wanted to be a hero, too. And maybe be even succeeded. But I'm sure the wolves had a hard time digesting his remains with all those bullets in them, same as anyone.
I don't care what happens to me, don't you get it? If they're happier without me, then that makes my life pretty simple, doesn't it?
Jareth erased everyone's memories of Cloud, so they forgot he ever existed. When he tries to go home, he finds that not only has his absence not caused much of a ripple, but that they're also better off without him to boot. Cloud seems to have this weird dependency thing where he doesn't heavily rely on someone, but instead relies on someone depending heavily on him. Taking this away makes his feel even more useless than he usually does. This, combined with a few well-timed murder accusations (it's complicated), led to his suicide, but Jareth swooped in and collected the spoils, and he served years working for the faerie court before he earned not only his life, but everyone's memories of him back as well. Also, as a side note, Cloud killed his son to prevent an outbreak of Jenova.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistI won't deny my own cowardice, either. And yes. I'm afriad of losing everything again, for the fiftieth time. So I'm doing this. I don't want to have the prospect of a family forever dangled in front of my nose, only for it to be yanked away at the last moment. I might need them, but they don't need me. They'll do better without me. That's all there is to it.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

-ignored and useless to the max-
... :c
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!