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[imatreenow]

For those moments when we're in between posts and need to thread something out.

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[written | november 20th]

[sketchingideals]

I just want to try and help. I don't think you're really the person I met that day.

[However, as soon as he finishes that response, his other hand slips off the camera for the moment--he quickly covers it again in panic.]

[written | november 20th]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Too late. He already saw enough, and it all clicks into place.]

Are you completely stupid? I don't need help from a worthless piece of trash like you. [stay away stay away stay away stay away or he will tear you to pieces before you can shred him]

[written | november 20th]

[sketchingideals]

Why do you hate me so much?

[No one will give him enough information on the other and he just doesn't understand.]

[written | november 20th]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

I hate you because humans can never be trusted. What is not to hate? You lie and betray and destroy, and nothing more.

[written | november 20th]

[sketchingideals]

But I don't want to do any of that! Especially not betray anyone. Betrayal is something that hurts, why would I want to make someone else go through it? Better I get hurt than anyone e-- [He furiously scribbles that last part out. He's getting too emotional, showing too much of his true opinion of himself, and with this person... he's not sure he should, especially since it's something he doesn't want anyone to know.]

[written | november 20th]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

You're lying. You don't want to help me. You don't. Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that?

[People just aren't like that. ...Then his mind jumps to Sayo. He's been letting her look after him because he realizes she has no ill intent toward him, right? Which he's still not entirely sure about, but...there's something there that reassures him at least a little. Something that holds him back from running away. She's a fluke, though. Almost unreal. There can't possibly be more like her.]

[written | november 20th]

[sketchingideals]

Why wouldn't I want to help you? What does me being human have to do with anything?

[...his mind flashes again to Aero--to Donovan, remembering something he had told Jeb while teaching the artist more about Aviophiel and the ancient elementals. Those elementals, which included Donovan himself, had faced a problem with humans, hadn't they? ...is it like that?]

I don't have anything gain from hurting you, and I don't want to. What I am shouldn't mean anything. I don't lie about wanting to help people.

[written | november 20th]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

I don't need your help, nor do I want it. [his pen pauses. that should have been the other way around...but he keeps going, hand tense with anger and fear.]

I thought I made it clear that you should stay away from me. Or are you too stupid to figure that out?

[written | november 20th]

[sketchingideals]

Maybe I am stupid, but I still don't believe you're bad at heart.

I just can't believe that.

[written | november 20th]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

Believe what you want. If you approach me again, I won't hesitate to destroy you.

[He shuts the journal, and tries to shut his mind off to the quiet possibility that...maybe this boy isn't lying. His mind is bogged down by enough confusion. He doesn't need to add to it. Far easier to cut it out and leave it behind.]