[ what’s with this guy? he seemed so blithely cheerful a moment ago, and now there’s something that feels like honest sympathy for something tony… pretends not to care all that much about.
and he doesn’t, mostly. he doesn’t care what humans think of him, because they don’t matter. but among his own people, what is he supposed to do? would his mother have regretted birthing him, if she were alive to see him now? these questions do bother him, but he doesn’t want to think about it. ]
You don’t even know me. Why would you be happy I’m alive?
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[ what’s with this guy? he seemed so blithely cheerful a moment ago, and now there’s something that feels like honest sympathy for something tony… pretends not to care all that much about.
and he doesn’t, mostly. he doesn’t care what humans think of him, because they don’t matter. but among his own people, what is he supposed to do? would his mother have regretted birthing him, if she were alive to see him now? these questions do bother him, but he doesn’t want to think about it. ]
You don’t even know me. Why would you be happy I’m alive?