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[xthegrimreaperx.livejournal.com]

*She carefully practices her watercolor painting.*

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[xthegrimreaperx.livejournal.com]

A man, his name was Joshua. I took on his memories, his duties and in exchanged he got to passover.

[gotasweettooth.livejournal.com]

Well I guess that makes sense. But still...

I...I really don't even know what to say. I guess when I met you and I found out you were death and I just assumed -- you know. That you were death. Always and had been. I didn't even think you might've normal once. That you might've had a life.

[xthegrimreaperx.livejournal.com]

*Toying with the paintbrush in her hands her fingers tighten and snaps the brush in half.*

It does not matter, Justine.

[gotasweettooth.livejournal.com]

[Stares at the brush.]

Did I say something wrong?

[xthegrimreaperx.livejournal.com]

*Quickly hides the remains in her sleeves.*

No, no, it is not you. I am sorry that was an extreme outburst, forgive me.

[gotasweettooth.livejournal.com]

It's no problem. Uhhh. I guess this is a...uncomfortable subject for you?

[xthegrimreaperx.livejournal.com]

I do not like thinking about what I have lost, what I will never have. It is something I must get over. You were asking questions, perfectly reasonable questions.

[gotasweettooth.livejournal.com]

...I'm sorry.

[xthegrimreaperx.livejournal.com]

*Frowns deeply.* There is no need to apologize.

[gotasweettooth.livejournal.com]

I'm the one who brought it up in the first place. And then kept pushing, not realizing it might be a...sensitive issue, for you.

I'm trying to get better at things like that, you know. Really.