[ Perhaps they loved you. The hypothetical appeals to him — wouldn't it have been nice? To have been loved? They hadn't always been outright cruel. But then, the memory of being locked in an oven, set aflame, the room growing hotter and hotter and hotter as he screamed and cried in pain, and the possibility dispels itself. ]
maybe.
[ is all that he allows. They didn't, in so many words. ]
the strong survive, and the weak want to be strong. it doesn't matter whether i believe it or not. it's the truth. they can lock you up, here, because the house lets them. if we were in my world, or in yours, we could kill them all, and it'd hardly matter.
no subject
maybe.
[ is all that he allows. They didn't, in so many words. ]
the strong survive, and the weak want to be strong.
it doesn't matter whether i believe it or not. it's the truth.
they can lock you up, here, because the house lets them.
if we were in my world, or in yours, we could kill them all, and it'd hardly matter.