... I've lived a long time, and seen a lot of things.
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As... as gratifying as it would feel to attribute the things that have happened to me and those I know to some great narrative, some set of cosmic scales...
I can't.
I believe in a lot of things. I believe that life is beautiful. That ordinary people can do extraordinary things. I believe that I can change things for the better, and not because of some system of divine reward or just by wishing for it.
But if feeling that you can control what happens to you helps you get through the day then that's what you can believe. I can't prove you right or wrong. That's how it works.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Oh, him?
He doesn't quite fit in with society.
This much is obvious, but my scientific curiosity is what keeps him under my roof in London... Or rather- my second roof specifically bought for him.
He's a bit of a charity case as well. You see- I work in that new field of science... well- new for my time, anyhow.
Examining the human mind, from a chemist's viewpoint.
edited 19th Mar '14 5:44:35 AM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell- he's not quite the sort to have much of a... conscience.
Or at least- it is not as strong for him as it is in others.
Besides, not many other men of science would want such an extreme case for their studies of the mind in general.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI have my servants in his house keep tabs on him, and report back to me.
Let him out of his house back in London every once in a while so he doesn't get too... annoyed.
I've found that he gets particularly annoyed at those he feels encroach either his or anyone else's freedoms.
Although- he is mostly selfish in this regard.
Regardless- I'm trying to identify where his problems are- and thus how I will fix them so that he may fit in with society.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

...I'm not good at reading anymore. It's been a long time...
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I keep trying to do good things. But I keep making everything worse, and I keep upsetting everyone, and I don't know how to stop...
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I don't think it was watching Zack. If it was, Zack would still be alive. He deserved to live. Maybe it's just interested in me.
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Maybe it's the man with the butterfly mask. The one that liked to play games.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist