Well, it seems you've bitten off quite a bit more than you can chew as of lately... ah, that is to say, you've been through quite a lot, and you've had no reprieve from any of it. It's been one thing after another, and I wonder if that has anything to do with why... you fell ill in the first place.
But I digress... after all, that has nothing to do with why you're so afraid of me.
...I'M JUST GOING TO THE LOBBY, I THOUGHT MAYBE SOME CHEETOS... FROM THE VENDING MACHINE...
And I guess it is a digression, a bit. But it's not completely unrelated. ...Isley, I.
[She takes a deep breath, and... plays with her bedspread. Which ruffles the Forge a bit.]
I wish I could tell you how complicated you make... everything. Well. I guess I could, but it would take a while. I don't even know if I have the right words. And I'm not saying I want you to go away. And I'm not trying to be difficult, it's just that it's you. You make me feel so...
[Afraid? But that's circular. She bites on the knuckle of her thumb.]
...safe. In a way. And calm. And when I'm not with you, everything is confusing and loud and I'm so angry and so... sad all the time. And when I am with you, it's quieter, and I almost feel good again.
But that's... so terrible.
The vending machine you saw earlier is a figment of your imagination.
[...well! She's been trying not to think about it too much. But that joke.]
[She bites her bottom lip.]
Can you? Really?
[It's not that's skeptical. It's just that...]
[Well, okay she's skeptical.]
[In fact.]
Maybe. But not forever. And you would lose a lot, too... wouldn't you? Become weak.
[A little breath.]
Luciela told me.
And I don't want that, either. I don't want you weakened, because then they'll kill you. But I can't just say I don't want you to be weak, because then what am I saying? What am I hoping for? I don't want you hurting anyone either.
And here I am offering you the whole package... *leer*
What a horrible idea!
[And then she stops talking. Because yes, she has an answer. But, really, does she want to say it?]
[Maybe not.]
[But then again, is there any way around it at this point?]
[Her breath shakes.]
--I don't know if I should say.
But that's part of it. I never know what I should say. Because I can't trust you, not even if I want to. And I do want to.
But I can't stop wanting to, either.
It appears to be a problem stemming from your childhood. Let's dig deeper to get to the root of it.
...Although, you've already gotten sick, haven't you?
I wonder if that would have happened if you'd... been shouldering less of a burden.
Hmm...
o-oh god, no, let's not!
[Wait, what's that Hmming?]
...what?
But in order to cure you...
/slinks toward the door
...where do you think YOU'RE going?
But I digress... after all, that has nothing to do with why you're so afraid of me.
...I'M JUST GOING TO THE LOBBY, I THOUGHT MAYBE SOME CHEETOS... FROM THE VENDING MACHINE...
And I guess it is a digression, a bit. But it's not completely unrelated. ...Isley, I.
[She takes a deep breath, and... plays with her bedspread. Which ruffles the Forge a bit.]
I wish I could tell you how complicated you make... everything. Well. I guess I could, but it would take a while. I don't even know if I have the right words. And I'm not saying I want you to go away. And I'm not trying to be difficult, it's just that it's you. You make me feel so...
[Afraid? But that's circular. She bites on the knuckle of her thumb.]
...safe. In a way. And calm. And when I'm not with you, everything is confusing and loud and I'm so angry and so... sad all the time. And when I am with you, it's quieter, and I almost feel good again.
But that's... so terrible.
The vending machine you saw earlier is a figment of your imagination.
...lemme go check. >.>
...because it means you're the one who can ruin me.
Well, in that case... let me go with you. ^_^
Although, it could also mean that I'm the one that can save you from ruination.
.... that's okay. I know where it is. .../slinks
[A shaky little sigh.]
But. That's why I'm afraid of you.
I don't think you're going to hurt me. And I do believe you, most of the time. At least I do now.
You've been very... demonstrative.
Nonsense. I'll escort you.
Perhaps... if you're ever ready.
.... /runs for the door
[Hey, it's a joke. Sort of.]
But, Isley. Your nature, it's... It's not that I think it necessarily makes you awful. [...then again, she isn't saying he isn't awful, either.]
But the things you need to do. They're part of what you are.
/gives chase, because ooooh the chase is so much fun~
I can control my needs.
ahsbdbad OH MY GOD, I JUST WANTED THERAPY!!
[She bites her bottom lip.]
Can you? Really?
[It's not that's skeptical. It's just that...]
[Well, okay she's skeptical.]
[In fact.]
Maybe. But not forever. And you would lose a lot, too... wouldn't you? Become weak.
[A little breath.]
Luciela told me.
And I don't want that, either. I don't want you weakened, because then they'll kill you. But I can't just say I don't want you to be weak, because then what am I saying? What am I hoping for? I don't want you hurting anyone either.
And here I am offering you the whole package... *leer*
.... >.> you just wanna eat me!
[She stops talking, because she needs to calm the hell down. And she hugs her knees, digs her fingers into her calves.]
Maybe you're right. I mean... about the time.