[ Which is an odd thing to say about one's murderer, but self-defense certainly is its own beast. Heaven knows he's thought about that before.
It is very unfair for Kaveh to keep pulling him in like this and expect him to simultaneously to think of things as boring and irrelevant as the past. He puts another kiss on Kaveh's lips. It's becoming too easy to stop thinking before he does it. He always... needs to think. ]
You've defeated your own argument, love. I keep these things to myself because I think of myself first. Perhaps what I want is the capacity to live my life close to that which harms me beyond repair. Perhaps that is all a life is. A gradual accumulation of wounds in search of some sort of meaning for it.
How you feel about that, what you would do to prevent that, is certainly not my affair, outside of what mad things you would do to dissuade me from my choices. How then do I make the decision to tell you anything?
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[ Which is an odd thing to say about one's murderer, but self-defense certainly is its own beast. Heaven knows he's thought about that before.
It is very unfair for Kaveh to keep pulling him in like this and expect him to simultaneously to think of things as boring and irrelevant as the past. He puts another kiss on Kaveh's lips. It's becoming too easy to stop thinking before he does it. He always... needs to think. ]
You've defeated your own argument, love. I keep these things to myself because I think of myself first. Perhaps what I want is the capacity to live my life close to that which harms me beyond repair. Perhaps that is all a life is. A gradual accumulation of wounds in search of some sort of meaning for it.
How you feel about that, what you would do to prevent that, is certainly not my affair, outside of what mad things you would do to dissuade me from my choices. How then do I make the decision to tell you anything?