UGH. WHY IS SHE SO FUCKIN’…OKAY WITH ME, ANYWAYS?
if there's one thing i can thank my brother for, it was priming me to be resilient in the face of arseholes! plUs, there is literally no way yoU can affect me materially. if yoU began to properly bother me, i coUld simply log off!
in other words: i'm grown.
WHY DO YOU EVEN BOTHER TALKIN’ TO ME, THOUGH? IT’S IN YOUR BLOOD, YOU HATE EVERYTHING I AM. THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE. I’VE FEASTED ON STARS JUST TO WATCH SOLAR SYSTEMS FREEZE TO DEATH, I’VE BEEN COVERED IN THE BLOOD OF SO MANY THOUSANDS OF MILLIONS THAT THE SENSATION IS AN OLD COMFORT. I’VE DESTROYED THE OLDEST OF EMPIRES TO MAKE SURE I STAY ON TOP AND STAY ALIVE. IT’S WHAT I AM, ALL I EVER WAS, AND EVEN AFTER LOSIN’ IT ALL I DON’T REGRET A BIT OF IT. YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FUCKIN’ HATE ME. PLATONICALLY, OBVIOUSLY, DON’T GET THE WRONG IDEA. I’M JUST SAYING THAT’S HOW IT WORKS. ((#VIOLENCE))
well, i certainly don't *like* that yoU do any of those things. and if we were face to face, it woUld be a very different story! perhaps whatever gland or lobe or what have yoU that make cherUbim crave mortal conflict, hatred, anger... perhaps that's jUst as atrophied as my second heart. perhaps i've simply realized we are more than oUr instincts. or perhaps it's that, assUming the age in yoUr bio is accUrate, yoU won't be born for millions of years. to me, yoU're as distant as an historical figUre. what woUld shoUting yoU doen throUgh a compUter screen get me? ...or, perhaps, mUch like with my brother, i find it fUnny to watch yoU seethe over my mere existence. ^u^