Maybe not, but who says we have to keep fighting about it? No one ever agrees on everything all the time, Kieren.
[He takes a deep breath, as usual out of habit, and hits the call button, putting the phone next to his ear and waiting for Kieren to pick up, his free hand trembling again, like it had earlier. He pays it no mind now.
When he hears the click, when Kieren picks up, he starts talking immediately, the worry and fear all bound up in his voice:] You don't go agaisnt everything I believe. I didn't mean what I said before, about you being one of them, wish I could take that back.
[He had one chance, he felt, he had to make it count.] I like you, a lot. Maybe more than I can express with words. I feel connected to you, because you understand, we were both miserable when we were alive. If I ever felt like that again, I know you wouldn't leave because of it. Maybe my life would've turned out better if I'd known you before I died.
I feel like I could talk to you for hours, easily, about music, about anything, really; maybe even learn some things about art from you. I like being around you, I'd've never agreed to come and live here if you weren't here, too. [He pauses, momentarily, then plunges onward before Kieren might interrupt him.] You're so bright, Kieren; when I say you're beautiful I don't just mean physically. You're strong. Strong enough to fight against Blue Oblivion, don't think I could've done that the way you did.
Maybe I'm wrong about your sister, I can't just change my mind 'cause you tell me to, but maybe I could try and see what you see. There's plenty of reasons for me to believe what I do, I know you can understand that, too.
So many people care about you, Kieren, all I want is to keep being one of them. Please.
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[He takes a deep breath, as usual out of habit, and hits the call button, putting the phone next to his ear and waiting for Kieren to pick up, his free hand trembling again, like it had earlier. He pays it no mind now.
When he hears the click, when Kieren picks up, he starts talking immediately, the worry and fear all bound up in his voice:] You don't go agaisnt everything I believe. I didn't mean what I said before, about you being one of them, wish I could take that back.
[He had one chance, he felt, he had to make it count.] I like you, a lot. Maybe more than I can express with words. I feel connected to you, because you understand, we were both miserable when we were alive. If I ever felt like that again, I know you wouldn't leave because of it. Maybe my life would've turned out better if I'd known you before I died.
I feel like I could talk to you for hours, easily, about music, about anything, really; maybe even learn some things about art from you. I like being around you, I'd've never agreed to come and live here if you weren't here, too. [He pauses, momentarily, then plunges onward before Kieren might interrupt him.] You're so bright, Kieren; when I say you're beautiful I don't just mean physically. You're strong. Strong enough to fight against Blue Oblivion, don't think I could've done that the way you did.
Maybe I'm wrong about your sister, I can't just change my mind 'cause you tell me to, but maybe I could try and see what you see. There's plenty of reasons for me to believe what I do, I know you can understand that, too.
So many people care about you, Kieren, all I want is to keep being one of them. Please.