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sixwordstories2013-07-29 06:56 pm
fine_young) wrote in sixwordstories2013-07-29 06:56 pm
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*Humming Ein Männlein Steht Im Walde.*
*He takes it with a shrug.* Thank you for trying it, at least.
Do you like my drawing of Mischa? *He turns the sketchbook so his 'friend' can see.*
Do you like my drawing of Mischa? *He turns the sketchbook so his 'friend' can see.*
It's very lovely. Way less disturbing than the last piece!
I was younger in real life, of course. But if I drew myself as I was then she wouldn't fit in my lap. *He looks at the picture wistfully.* I would give much to have her back, to hold her in my arms in real life as well as drawings, but time only goes one way despite all our best efforts.
Oh. Right. That's almost sweet.
*It would be completely sweet if it came out of anyone other than a psycho cannibal.*
*It would be completely sweet if it came out of anyone other than a psycho cannibal.*
Even monsters love. We just do it differently.
And if I had not loved her, I would not have become the monster that I am now.
And if I had not loved her, I would not have become the monster that I am now.
You have never lied to me.
[ooc:http://brotherhoodeirk.dreamwidth.org/349.html ]
Right. Not really up for debate. I mean, how many monsters have tried to kill whoever Tommy liked at the time because they fell in love with him? The point is, at the end of the day, you still kill people.
*There was a brief pause.*
In this moment, I'd like you to keep in mind that thing about not killing people who disagree with you. Eh-heh.
*There was a brief pause.*
In this moment, I'd like you to keep in mind that thing about not killing people who disagree with you. Eh-heh.
You haven't exactly disagreed with me yet, just complained. And I am used to this complaint, it's why I don't speak to my aunt anymore.
And I was killing horrible people then. Now I feel the urge to hunt far more often than there are people who truly deserve it, and anyone who is even slightly mean looks like a target. So I do not begrudge you horror.
And I was killing horrible people then. Now I feel the urge to hunt far more often than there are people who truly deserve it, and anyone who is even slightly mean looks like a target. So I do not begrudge you horror.
Right. Well, if it's enough to make you not speak to your aunt any more, why isn't it enough to make you stop speaking to me?
She had no more kind words for me. She saw too much and decided I was more than she could bear. I left because I did not want us to hurt each other, in more ways than one.
I am not as worried about you. And your opinion cannot hurt me as hers did; I expect nothing else. *His lips twitch, a momentary smile.* You are a pet project and perhaps a friend, but not family. I can accept what you say and move on without it hurting me.
I am not as worried about you. And your opinion cannot hurt me as hers did; I expect nothing else. *His lips twitch, a momentary smile.* You are a pet project and perhaps a friend, but not family. I can accept what you say and move on without it hurting me.
Friend? Let's not resort to strong words here, all right? And what's the goal of this little project, anyway? Other than coming up with more people to kill, I mean.
You are the closest thing to it I have right now.
And I have several goals. Finding out how honest I can be without frightening people, for one. Taking a closer look at 'normal' morals, for another. Learning how to be a friend. Examining ways of interacting without being violent. *He takes another bite of his lunch.* It is very interesting to see myself through your eyes. There are many questions I want answers to.
For example, I have been told that I appear to have almost no emotion. Would you agree? I do know that my heartbeat does not increase much when I am in danger, and that such a thing is abnormal. But I think I feel emotion often enough.
And I have several goals. Finding out how honest I can be without frightening people, for one. Taking a closer look at 'normal' morals, for another. Learning how to be a friend. Examining ways of interacting without being violent. *He takes another bite of his lunch.* It is very interesting to see myself through your eyes. There are many questions I want answers to.
For example, I have been told that I appear to have almost no emotion. Would you agree? I do know that my heartbeat does not increase much when I am in danger, and that such a thing is abnormal. But I think I feel emotion often enough.
Just so you know, you've already terrified me. A long time ago. Learning how to not be violent is great, though! Now you'll just have to expand that to not being violent toward anyone.
[As for the emotion thing...well, he had seen Hannibal bring up his sister, and he obviously cared about that, so it wasn't no emotion.]
I guess you feel some emotion, but nowhere near the normal amount. Like the horrendous guilt and horror you should feel about removing someone else's body parts.
[As for the emotion thing...well, he had seen Hannibal bring up his sister, and he obviously cared about that, so it wasn't no emotion.]
I guess you feel some emotion, but nowhere near the normal amount. Like the horrendous guilt and horror you should feel about removing someone else's body parts.
Yes, but I'm still finding out what makes it worse.
Why should that be so horrible? They weren't using them for anything good or important. And no, living does not count. People die all the time, it's what they do. Isn't it better that their deaths are useful?
*Another bite of steak.* This one was certainly of no use in life. He was assaulting a woman in an alley, she was crying. A dagger in the neck was the best solution, really, and the woman smiled gratefully at me as she fled. And now he is giving back. He is something beautiful; he is keeping me alive.
Why should that be so horrible? They weren't using them for anything good or important. And no, living does not count. People die all the time, it's what they do. Isn't it better that their deaths are useful?
*Another bite of steak.* This one was certainly of no use in life. He was assaulting a woman in an alley, she was crying. A dagger in the neck was the best solution, really, and the woman smiled gratefully at me as she fled. And now he is giving back. He is something beautiful; he is keeping me alive.
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