[ she can get glimpses of memories from his cyoa: time as a youth, time growing up, time watching jonas nearly get torn in half or feeling his own body shut down, from the lungs out. and then it starts right back over, in a loop, until they tweak the formula just enough to escape. it isn't infinite loops, but it's enough for him to get the idea. ]
I'm trying to remind myself that it's easy to lose how angry I feel. [ he prefers this. ]
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[ about halfway, now. ]
I keep telling myself that, but it doesn't really stick.
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[ she can get glimpses of memories from his cyoa: time as a youth, time growing up, time watching jonas nearly get torn in half or feeling his own body shut down, from the lungs out. and then it starts right back over, in a loop, until they tweak the formula just enough to escape. it isn't infinite loops, but it's enough for him to get the idea. ]
I'm trying to remind myself that it's easy to lose how angry I feel. [ he prefers this. ]
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Anger's actually—that's the one that's easiest to hold onto.
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Then what's the first to go?
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—I don't know. Nothing seems to make me as angry as love.
[ the two go hand in hand, so it's hard to view one dying independent of the other. when they feel more like fuel, and fire. ]
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[ this is... a little contradictory, maybe. ]
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...Doesn't that mean you still feel it?
[ love, that is. ]
Even if it's all... shaped like anger.
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It comes and goes and gets mixed up and—doesn't change anything.