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We’re nowhere but we can’t get out.
And the only one who can fix it is lost.
“Stop looking for her.”
I speak, but cannot hear my voice. I gaze into a void that doesn't look back. I breathe without air – here, there's no color, no real life… Just you, and the desperation you thought you’d left behind.
You may pretend like I'm not here, but it does nothing against the fact that I am.
I know why this happened. I shouldn’t even be asking, but… fuck.
Why?
We fought tirelessly, waded through battlefields – if not for the answer to our questions, then at least for those who’d come after us. We hurt, but we kept going until there was nothing left but void.
Everyone trusted you. She trusted you.
“She’s not here. You made sure of that, remember?”
This was your void the whole time. Yours. Remember that night by the cliffs? You said it kept you from going to bed at night. That the absence of dreams felt worse than the nightmares.
But you also said that darkness drove you forward. And I related. Because that's what my past did for me: it gave me purpose. I used to be scared of being trapped like ink on a canvas, bound to a fate I’d been given rather than chosen.
But you already know that. You knew many of our secrets, and still, you chose to pretend they weren't real.
"Think she'll save you now?"
You protected her like she was your own, and yet… your only goal was to erase her.
Was it really for her own good? Was it?
I was foolish. Stupid enough to believe that you wanted to help us. And now? I get to watch you wallow in an ending you hadn’t asked for, while you watch me: someone you’d doomed to die, in a limbo neither of us asked to be in.
This is your curse. Sucks to be a pawn, doesn’t it?
And the only one who can fix it is lost.
“Stop looking for her.”
I speak, but cannot hear my voice. I gaze into a void that doesn't look back. I breathe without air – here, there's no color, no real life… Just you, and the desperation you thought you’d left behind.
You may pretend like I'm not here, but it does nothing against the fact that I am.
I know why this happened. I shouldn’t even be asking, but… fuck.
Why?
We fought tirelessly, waded through battlefields – if not for the answer to our questions, then at least for those who’d come after us. We hurt, but we kept going until there was nothing left but void.
Everyone trusted you. She trusted you.
“She’s not here. You made sure of that, remember?”
This was your void the whole time. Yours. Remember that night by the cliffs? You said it kept you from going to bed at night. That the absence of dreams felt worse than the nightmares.
But you also said that darkness drove you forward. And I related. Because that's what my past did for me: it gave me purpose. I used to be scared of being trapped like ink on a canvas, bound to a fate I’d been given rather than chosen.
But you already know that. You knew many of our secrets, and still, you chose to pretend they weren't real.
"Think she'll save you now?"
You protected her like she was your own, and yet… your only goal was to erase her.
Was it really for her own good? Was it?
I was foolish. Stupid enough to believe that you wanted to help us. And now? I get to watch you wallow in an ending you hadn’t asked for, while you watch me: someone you’d doomed to die, in a limbo neither of us asked to be in.
This is your curse. Sucks to be a pawn, doesn’t it?