[ Unseen, in that interim — at about minute six — she types Alaric?, and then deletes it. Seven minutes isn't so long. Don't be needy, she tells herself. ]
I promise, too. Although I have a hard time imagining anyone successfully bossing you around, anyway, it's still Important, I think. To say. That's the thing I see in what you're talking about, that kind of freedom. Like love without boundaries. Life, too.
You're right. I'm not very good at following orders.
I have this theory, Roza. That some people are meant for life, others are meant for death. Like an alignment. You find your other half by finding out which of the two you belong with. We spoke about dying, but I think we both stand on the other side.
I can be, but I want to choose. The choosing matters a lot.
I'd never thought of anything that way, but Thinking about it, the person I love, I think he would say he's meant for death, and that's part of why we fit. Sometimes that scares me because he'd maybe mean it's finite. We're all finite. But I know he'd be right, deep down.
Everything has a balance. Yin and yang, right? Because it's true. I belong so much to life that it overwhelms me. When you talk about what you've gone through to find your clarity, it gives me a sense that maybe it doesn't have to always be that way?
But some people never find their other half, so they're just out of balance forever.
Life and death belong together. One has no purpose without the other. What is to be alive if it doesn't end? What is death if nothing came before it?
It doesn't have to overwhelm you. You just have to find more room for it to fit. That's what it is, I think. Your self is telling you it's time to become more. So you're ready.
I think it must be pity. Or maybe I'm just overindulging in how lucky I feel by comparison. But I like how you say it, that they belong together. Like a prophecy, but one that keeps telling itself. Over and over. The cycle is the only thing that never changes.
I didn't realize I was ready before I came here but You're right about that. I keep having these strange feelings here, and that must be what it is. Like I'm coming out of my skin, or it isn't big enough. I'd never had it before. I'm ready.
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I promise, too.
Although I have a hard time imagining anyone successfully bossing you around, anyway, it's still
Important, I think. To say. That's the thing I see in what you're talking about, that kind of freedom. Like love without boundaries. Life, too.
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I have this theory, Roza.
That some people are meant for life, others are meant for death. Like an alignment. You find your other half by finding out which of the two you belong with.
We spoke about dying, but I think we both stand on the other side.
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I'd never thought of anything that way, but
Thinking about it, the person I love, I think he would say he's meant for death, and that's part of why we fit. Sometimes that scares me because he'd maybe mean it's finite. We're all finite. But I know he'd be right, deep down.
Everything has a balance. Yin and yang, right? Because it's true. I belong so much to life that it overwhelms me. When you talk about what you've gone through to find your clarity, it gives me a sense that maybe it doesn't have to always be that way?
But some people never find their other half, so they're just out of balance forever.
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Life and death belong together. One has no purpose without the other. What is to be alive if it doesn't end? What is death if nothing came before it?
It doesn't have to overwhelm you. You just have to find more room for it to fit. That's what it is, I think. Your self is telling you it's time to become more. So you're ready.
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I didn't realize I was ready before I came here but
You're right about that. I keep having these strange feelings here, and that must be what it is. Like I'm coming out of my skin, or it isn't big enough. I'd never had it before. I'm ready.
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[ He'll have to talk to Adam. ]
You've given me something to dream about, Roza.
I'll come to you when it's time.