Reira looks sad- incredibly so. Tilting her head, and looking down...she sighs.]
...Whether it's a machine or not... ...If I thought, 'as long as I'm inside, I'll be safe,' I would never leave. I'd never be able to do anything like go to school, or visit people I like...
...I think, in a way, that would be like being trapped somewhere still. A smaller cage, but...also a worse one, maybe. Like I'm ignoring everything outside that could ever be bad, or pretending everything outside could only ever be 'bad'.
[She is quiet for a moment.
And then, slowly, she moves to remove a ribbon from around her neck.
There is a scar there. Around the full diameter of the neck, ragged, messy, old. She has always covered it.] ...Bad things...Terrible things, happen. It's not okay. It's never okay. To be hurt, to see others hurt, to know others hurt.
...Part of why I don't talk about things like that, is because when you do, people hurt each other more. Maybe there's a machine. Maybe there isn't one. I want to think it's okay for Ryslig to just exist- if it can't just exist, I don't know where I can go in the end. This is my home- just as much as anyone who's been born here sees it as home. ...but, no matter what, if I said...'it's only ever pain'...
[Reira turns, and it's to the movie. Still playing, now to a cheerful tune.] ...You, and Sonic too...
...I don't know what I can say. The world is dangerous. It's messy.
...I wish I could help enough that the good in the world at least mattered more again. ...I miss when we could try to share that message instead.
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Reira looks sad- incredibly so. Tilting her head, and looking down...she sighs.]
...Whether it's a machine or not... ...If I thought, 'as long as I'm inside, I'll be safe,' I would never leave. I'd never be able to do anything like go to school, or visit people I like...
...I think, in a way, that would be like being trapped somewhere still. A smaller cage, but...also a worse one, maybe. Like I'm ignoring everything outside that could ever be bad, or pretending everything outside could only ever be 'bad'.
[She is quiet for a moment.
And then, slowly, she moves to remove a ribbon from around her neck.
There is a scar there. Around the full diameter of the neck, ragged, messy, old. She has always covered it.] ...Bad things...Terrible things, happen. It's not okay. It's never okay. To be hurt, to see others hurt, to know others hurt.
...Part of why I don't talk about things like that, is because when you do, people hurt each other more. Maybe there's a machine. Maybe there isn't one. I want to think it's okay for Ryslig to just exist- if it can't just exist, I don't know where I can go in the end. This is my home- just as much as anyone who's been born here sees it as home. ...but, no matter what, if I said...'it's only ever pain'...
[Reira turns, and it's to the movie. Still playing, now to a cheerful tune.] ...You, and Sonic too...
...I don't know what I can say. The world is dangerous. It's messy.
...I wish I could help enough that the good in the world at least mattered more again. ...I miss when we could try to share that message instead.