six [action/voice]

[imatreenow]

[A peaceful melody played on a panpipe can be heard through the journal, or by anyone who happens to be passing by House 52 this afternoon. Veteran residents may recognize this particular tune as one that Martel played on occassion during her stay in Luceti, but to Mithos it is simply the song his sister would play to comfort him all those many, many years ago. Even now, it remains a source of comfort, one of the ways in which he can remember Martel. He can feel her presence beside him as he sits beneath a tree at the edge of the woods behind the house. Outside, despite the chill. Martel's music was never meant to be contained by walls, just as her soul and his memories of her were never meant to be contained by death.

Recieving his sister's panpipe (yes, the very same one, even though it had been broken when last seen) has been the first good thing to happen in quite some time. It is like a reminder not to give up -- Martel still needs him.

Mithos is entirely unaware that the journal is recording him, thus replies to any voice responses (or written responses) will occur last chronologically. Just for clarification.]

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[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[He hates how she pries into his heart, even when he does his best to keep it curled tightly shut, protected from the world and its cruelty. Why does she do that? How does she do that?]

I already told you...the only person who can make me happy is Martel. Why should I need anyone else?

[memoryboxes]

[Because she understands matters of the heart, even if they're foreign to her herself—]

You've only told yourself that you so have a reason to walk away from everyone else...!

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[A reason...like he needs to invent his own reasons to shut out everyone in the world. They've given him enough reasons on their own.]

Stop acting like you know me. You don't know my thoughts, you don't know my feelings - you don't know anything. Just....stop it.

[memoryboxes]

I don't know you. I barely know a thing. But I'd like to. I'd like to know more about you, even if it's about things that make you bitter, or upset.

Is the idea of having a friend really so much?

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

["Friend" - that's what he once called Yuan and Kratos, many years ago, until the turned their backs on him and betrayed Martel's wishes. "Friend". It's also what he called Genis not too long ago. But that was nothing but an illusion...in the end Genis had sided with Lloyd. To protect a world that had never been kind to half-elves like themselves. He can't understand that. He wants to pretend that he never cared about Genis, never trusted him, but really...he is just running away from the hurt and frustration.]

....I don't...need friends. I don't want any friends. Especially not you.

[memoryboxes]

[Calmly:] ...Think about it for a while, Mithos.

Thank you, for the wonderful music.

[She quietly closes her journal, frowning down at it.

Progress or not, she sees there's a lot of darkness in his heart. It's awful, really.]

[imatreenow.livejournal.com]

[Mithos quickly slams his own journal shut and pushes it away from him. What is wrong with that woman? Does she really believe he'll change is mind? Of course he won't...

He reaches into his pocket to brush his fingers against Martel's panpipe. She is all he needs. As long as Martel returns to his side...]