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NIETZSCHE; DEAD PHILOSOPHERS' INBOX

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The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

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The martyr in question never did seem to grasp that. To say nothing of the fact that I don't find it particularly charming when people martyr themselves on my behalf; if anything, it's just going to leave me upset and annoyed that they went and got themselves hurt for my sake when the last thing I'd want is to see them hurt in the first place.

But you reminded me of the others. Earlier.

...My significant other was here again recently. He stayed for less than a month this time, before this world sent him back.

He collected Pokémon like these before we were returned the first time; one of them was left to me when he disappeared. He was also partial to weather like this, and he could never sleep well in the city due to his background. He would often wake me up - intentionally or not - and we would often end up outside, usually with the excuse of clearing the area of potential threats, but the fact is that we got to know each other on nights like this one.

Tonight was a matter of there being many unpleasant reminders at once; I didn't like what it caused. I needed to get rid of all of it somehow; since attacking people was out of the question for various reasons, I took it out on the swarms.

The last time I felt like that, I called you.

Far be it from me to dictate how you cope. I can disagree with your methods while understanding the need to...get rid of a feeling like that.

Does it help, talking about it?

It isn't counterproductive, at least, though I wouldn't say it helps. Discussion tends to be helpful for me if I don't understand something; I can usually talk myself through it, if no one else does.

I know what this is.

You know what it is, and it's just that you can't stand it. Is that it?

...Yes, something like that.

[...And suddenly somehow this became another nightly edition of HOW DO I SHOT FEELINGS, featuring your host, An Accidental Sociopath, and tonight's special guest, A Mass-Murdering Psychopath.

...All of the words appropriate for this situation are similarly not appropriate for children's edutainment television.]

Assuming I were to make the independent decision to expend concern on you, regardless of whether you're deserving of it or not...would there be anything in my power to do for it, anyway?

[...well, to his credit, Kimblee is going to actually not be a jackass about it. For once in his miserable life.]

What are you suggesting?

I'm too far afield to make it to you in one night, or I'd offer to give you a more interesting challenge than a hill of insects.

Other than that, I won't know what you think would help unless you tell me.

[There's a rather long pause before he replies; in all blunt honesty, he has no idea what to do with any of that.]

...they really will say we're in love, you know.

[...other than perhaps "re-engage Jackass Mode", though at least he won't leave her with that.]

You're doing enough, however; consider it appreciated.

How different would that be, from just being important to you?

There are plenty of ulterior motives for why I wouldn't want you going on a rampage. Most of mine are ulterior. But some of them...aren't.