Appointments Post

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[Action, January 3rd]
[Voice, March 8th]
[Written, June 11th]

Comments

April 9th - voice

[seiriald]

... Yeah... [Freyjadour had said the same thing, not so long ago and yet so many times. There was the addition that Lymsleia was actually here, but he still said the same anyway. She could understand the confusion and jealousy Mithos must have all too well.]

What will you do? [What did you say? She wanted to know if Mithos had somehow found a way through those feelings yet, if there was anything he could do to help with her own.]

April 9th - voice

[imatreenow]

...I don't know. She'll always love her son, and I can't blame her for that. Family is important...I know that better than anyone.

But...

I can't help but feel like I matter less, when I know he's a part of her life too. [Even if Kaji isn't here, his presence in Sayo's heart is obvious enough by the extra dish of food at every meal.]

April 9th - voice

[seiriald]

Exactly. [Why can't Freyjadour understand that sometimes, when she felt the urge to just leave the household? Yet again, Mithos was the only one who did understand her fears, exactly what she felt and what would sometimes keep her awake at night shivering in the inferiority that she felt would never go away.]

Why do we have to feel like this? [Wasn't it bad enough that they felt unwanted, only to suddenly be accepted by people who already had others in their lives?]

April 9th - voice

[imatreenow]

[He's silent for a moment. She understands. Of course she does, because she must be going through the same unrelenting tangle of feelings. He doesn't really care about you. He's just like every other human who will leave you behind in the end. He bites his bitterness back, swallows his jealousy. They're both working through this together, aren't they?]

It's...hard. [Not knowing what else to say, he'll fall back on what he does best: focus on himself.]

...When I was there with her, even though I felt out of place - because I looked different, with my hair and my eyes and the way I was dressed - I think...she tried to treat me the same. She didn't ignore me or leave me behind to spend time with him, even though she knew it might be a long time until she could see him again. [He doesn't know what that means - he's still working through it as he speaks - but it seems like an important piece of the puzzle to save.]