Do you mean the flowers? That sick?
[ he doesn't want to recall that like...ever. ]
I don't believe in soulmates and no, that did not stop me from getting sick.
[ he doesn't want to recall that like...ever. ]
I don't believe in soulmates and no, that did not stop me from getting sick.
I answered your question.
I don't have a soulmate. But I don't believe in the concept either way. Do you?
I don't have a soulmate. But I don't believe in the concept either way. Do you?
I don't know.
I've never found it believable.
And I have a feeling if this place wants you to be ill, they'll make it so even if it shouldn't be possible.
I've never found it believable.
And I have a feeling if this place wants you to be ill, they'll make it so even if it shouldn't be possible.
The entire thought.
That there's one person who I'm meant to be with? Nothing has made me think it's true.
That there's one person who I'm meant to be with? Nothing has made me think it's true.
I don't see how the two things could be connected.
( pain, it turns out, isn't nearly as bad as the itching. itchy lungs, a tickle that spreads into a burn and culminates in wet, phlegmy coughs. itchy skin, slowly healing, from the prison's brand.
if finding a soulmate could alleviate some of this discomfort, he might reconsider the merits of letting strangers crawling around his skull. maybe. )
( pain, it turns out, isn't nearly as bad as the itching. itchy lungs, a tickle that spreads into a burn and culminates in wet, phlegmy coughs. itchy skin, slowly healing, from the prison's brand.
if finding a soulmate could alleviate some of this discomfort, he might reconsider the merits of letting strangers crawling around his skull. maybe. )
They'd say anything to get you to do what they want.
So does that mean you don't want to hold hands with me?
I'm hurt.
I'm hurt.
They steal you?
What world have you come from where you're stolen?
What world have you come from where you're stolen?
But you have the choice to act upon it.
And if you do, you deal with the consequences
If you don't, so be it.
I belong to myself always. If I share it, that's on me.
And if you do, you deal with the consequences
If you don't, so be it.
I belong to myself always. If I share it, that's on me.
I'll take my chances with the painful, lingering death.

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