Don't... Don't call either of us cute anymore Mitsuhide. [He feels like, at this point, he shouldn't have to tell Mitsuhide things like this but, here they are. It's not a big deal. Scolding the Wendigo has become something akin to second nature.
He'll be doing it for as long as he exists in this hell of a world.]
Well. I suppose that might be part of it. I did play badly at competitions for that very reason. But more importantly, it's because the violin and the child that played that instrument are things of the past. And the past must stay the past.
If I start dredging up unwanted pieces of myself that have long since been forgotten it can only spell disaster. I've perfectly put myself together and undermining all of that by trying to bring parts of me that never truly were can be detrimental to my well being.
That museum was a perfectly crafted piece of my psyche. And there was an entire room of things that should not have been remembered. That boy belongs in there. And all the things he'd done are not things worth remembering. If they were, I'd be doing them now.
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He'll be doing it for as long as he exists in this hell of a world.]
Well. I suppose that might be part of it. I did play badly at competitions for that very reason. But more importantly, it's because the violin and the child that played that instrument are things of the past. And the past must stay the past.
If I start dredging up unwanted pieces of myself that have long since been forgotten it can only spell disaster. I've perfectly put myself together and undermining all of that by trying to bring parts of me that never truly were can be detrimental to my well being.
That museum was a perfectly crafted piece of my psyche. And there was an entire room of things that should not have been remembered. That boy belongs in there. And all the things he'd done are not things worth remembering. If they were, I'd be doing them now.