I fucking hate every single person here and want every world, not just mine, to just fucking implode on itself. [ She says it with some spite, gritting her teeth; lying has always been easier for her when she truly meant it. ] ... So you wanna still be friends?
I'll be honest with you. I've seen a lot of the ugliness others have experienced in their lives. I've met a lot of people on the worst days of their lives. But I've experienced little of it myself. I spent most of my life tending to a graveyard at a remote temple, and I've lost things that are important to me, and I've felt pain, even death, but I couldn't say that in the course of my life I've suffered the way others I have known have suffered.
So perhaps I'll grant you that you speak from experience. Am I wrong, that sometimes people heal and sometimes they change?
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… You’re making a really dumb mistake. [ And no, she won’t elaborate on that.
Instead she just sits at the table; feigning exhaustion. ]
So what’s next on the agenda for you and the rest of the residents? Just make comfy places where we can hang out in while we chill as ghosts?
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[no, elaborate.]
I would say that's pretty much the agenda, yes. I don't know of anything we could do for you besides that.
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I fucking hate every single person here and want every world, not just mine, to just fucking implode on itself. [ She says it with some spite, gritting her teeth; lying has always been easier for her when she truly meant it. ] ... So you wanna still be friends?
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[they don't sound too bothered by anything she just said.]
I don't agree with you, and I don't think that's a healthy attitude. But it doesn't mean we can't be friends.
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[ Hm. ]
Cool. I guess you're right.
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[still, for now, it doesn't seem to bother them that much.]
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…
Are you saying this from experience? Or this all some bullshit I could get from a “get well” card?
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[thinking about it.]
I'll be honest with you. I've seen a lot of the ugliness others have experienced in their lives. I've met a lot of people on the worst days of their lives. But I've experienced little of it myself. I spent most of my life tending to a graveyard at a remote temple, and I've lost things that are important to me, and I've felt pain, even death, but I couldn't say that in the course of my life I've suffered the way others I have known have suffered.
So perhaps I'll grant you that you speak from experience. Am I wrong, that sometimes people heal and sometimes they change?