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[keyandstar]

I never really knew my parents. I didn't even know who my father was until recently.

My mother died when I was very little. I've often wondered what my life might have been like if she hadn't.

I've been thinking about the people I fought during the latest draft. The people I killed. I've been wondering if they have children too. If because of me those children will also grow up lonely.

I really wish Dog was here. She's my best friend from back home. She'd know what to say. She always does. It doesn't always make sense, but that doesn't really matter most of the time.

I don't know why I'm writing this. I suppose I just had to get it out, and I'm not very good at talking. Except for with Dog. I could talk to her for hours.

I miss her so much.

That's all, really. Sorry if you just read this and feel like I wasted your time. I didn't mean to.

Comments

written

[originaljackass]

[There are a lot of things here to ponder. The fact that she lost her mother. All the death of the draft. Children of angry cultists. Deep issues of friends being lost. But really, there's one thing that stands out more than anything else here:]

Your friend was named Dog? And I thought Fabletown names were bad.

written

[keyandstar]

Actually she's called the Disreputable Dog.

[ Eventually she'll get around to enlightening him of the fact that it's actually a rather fitting name since it's the name of, you guessed it, a dog. Well, something that looks like a dog, at least. ]

written

[originaljackass]

Is she an actual dog? I dunno what it is about worlds with talking animals, but they aren't exactly clever with names.

written

[keyandstar]

No she's not, but she looks like one.

[ Smells like one too. Oh, the joy of wet dog smell. It is something an immensely powerful magical being just can't be without, really. ]

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

Even monsters were children once.

There is no room in battle for such distinctions.

written

[originaljackass]

Well that's downright unflattering.

[windandrain]

Putting them out of your mind would be best, Lirael dear. Remember that this world is different than either of hours. Death is...not so lasting.

[ written ]

[universal_charm]

You can't think about it. If you do, you just promise yourself a lot of heartache, and even then it might not make sense. Plus, they weren't to sorry and sad about trying to kill you.

written

[keyandstar]

Why? I'm fairly sure she could have another shape if she wanted to. I think she likes the way she looks.

[Written]

[keyandstar]

Perhaps if room was made, there would be less battles.

[keyandstar]

Is is that way for them too?

Re: [Written]

[complicatedliar]

In the end, there is only war. And at that point, one must survive.

[windandrain]

It is the way of this world. Put them from your mind.

And...would you like to talk to a dog?

[ written ]

[keyandstar]

Perhaps because they also couldn't think about it since it'd mean a lot of heartache.

[Written]

[keyandstar]

I want to believe that there can be another way.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

After a thousand years, I can't say that it's changed at all.

[keyandstar]

Would it talk back?

[ She's mostly joking. ]

[windandrain]

[There's a scratching at her bedroom door in response]

Yes.

[Written]

[keyandstar]

Then I feel very sorry for you.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

Don't.

[keyandstar]

[ Lirael opens the door and lets out a surprised laugh. ]

Saori?

[Written]

[keyandstar]

What would be so wrong with someone feeling sympathy for you?

[windandrain]

Hello, Lirael.

[A white shiba wanders right on in, tail wagging]

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

I have no interest in pity.

Re: [ written ]

[universal_charm]

In the end, it's a battle, and you have to make sure you live another day.

It's not... a good feeling, killing someone. But to protect me and mine? Yeah, I'll do it. I did it.