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We’re nowhere, and we can’t get out.
“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, where there's no color, no real life…
Just you, and the desperation you thought you’d left behind.
I know why this happened. I shouldn’t even be asking, but… fuck.
Why?
Every day we fought. We traveled to the edges of the world, tirelessly wading through battlefields until we couldn't tell limb from limb – if not for the answer to our own questions, then at least to set a path for those who’d come after us. And when we met you, we thought that maybe, maybe we wouldn't have to become memories.
Everyone trusted you. She trusted you.
“She’s not here. You made sure of that, remember?”
This was your void the whole time. All of it. Yours. Remember that night by the cliffs? You said it kept you from going to bed at night. That the closer we got, the absence of dreams somehow felt worse than the nightmares.
But you also said that darkness drove you forward. And I... 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. I confided in you when the truth was close enough to smell because I finally started to believe that maybe our struggle wouldn't be for nothing.
But you already know that. In fact you knew many of our secrets.
And at the end, 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 you actually 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 vanish, instead in a limbo neither of us asked to be in.
Sucks to be a pawn, doesn’t it?
“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, where there's no color, no real life…
Just you, and the desperation you thought you’d left behind.
I know why this happened. I shouldn’t even be asking, but… fuck.
Why?
Every day we fought. We traveled to the edges of the world, tirelessly wading through battlefields until we couldn't tell limb from limb – if not for the answer to our own questions, then at least to set a path for those who’d come after us. And when we met you, we thought that maybe, maybe we wouldn't have to become memories.
Everyone trusted you. She trusted you.
“She’s not here. You made sure of that, remember?”
This was your void the whole time. All of it. Yours. Remember that night by the cliffs? You said it kept you from going to bed at night. That the closer we got, the absence of dreams somehow felt worse than the nightmares.
But you also said that darkness drove you forward. And I... 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. I confided in you when the truth was close enough to smell because I finally started to believe that maybe our struggle wouldn't be for nothing.
But you already know that. In fact you knew many of our secrets.
And at the end, 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 you actually 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 vanish, instead in a limbo neither of us asked to be in.
Sucks to be a pawn, doesn’t it?
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