My home was... beautiful. Even if. If everyone hated me.
[ Only that wasn't right, was it? No. They took him back. They took him back but would that have even lasted? How long? Until the next bad vision? The next disaster? Worries he can't help but broadcast, barely able to keep those from leaking out along with all the other misery he's feeling.
It's not true, in reality, that his family would have rejected him again, but that's what it does, the Kenoma. Dragging up every worry, amplifying it, reminding him of all the bad times while diminishing the good. It's a struggle to hang on to the wish of seeing them again, somehow, some way, even with all the other dark thoughts miring him down, but that, at least, he can cling to. Even if they hate him. Even if they hate him... ]
This place, it's just. Cold. I don't like it, either, but. But I've seen other people. They've let other people go. M-maybe it's better outside of here.
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[ Only that wasn't right, was it? No. They took him back. They took him back but would that have even lasted? How long? Until the next bad vision? The next disaster? Worries he can't help but broadcast, barely able to keep those from leaking out along with all the other misery he's feeling.
It's not true, in reality, that his family would have rejected him again, but that's what it does, the Kenoma. Dragging up every worry, amplifying it, reminding him of all the bad times while diminishing the good. It's a struggle to hang on to the wish of seeing them again, somehow, some way, even with all the other dark thoughts miring him down, but that, at least, he can cling to. Even if they hate him. Even if they hate him... ]
This place, it's just. Cold. I don't like it, either, but. But I've seen other people. They've let other people go. M-maybe it's better outside of here.