[it isn't a stretch to see why mylo might be exhausting. for vi, his complaining was background chatter, something she never took personally, but how could she when he looked up to her? yes, she was around to shut him down when she heard him rag powder too hard, but when she wasn't around? even though his jibes were meant more kindly than they landed, they were never kind. had he the benefit of living long enough to reach her own age he might have regretted a good bit of it. but he hadn't, and he's frozen at his immature best, apparently - she can only imagine the kind of things jinx hears him say. it's the worst of the worst, probably - because that's what the mind does so much of the time.
it shouldn't be normal. because it's not true, it doesn't have to be true, and it's a whole lot of bullshit.
the cat huffs, a distinctly human sound.
they all are.
as much as she doesn't want to think of it, she remembers their meeting on the boardwalk - how easily jinx had treated her as if she were a hallucination. she's there, too.
you never left me. i always heard you. shadows on the streets, prickles on the back of my neck. your voice. pushing me. picking me up when all the colors were black. you're the reason i'm still alive.
but at what cost?
she'd give anything to make them listen, even just a little. she'd have words with them if she could.
but she can only give comfort, and trills, purrs.]
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it shouldn't be normal. because it's not true, it doesn't have to be true, and it's a whole lot of bullshit.
the cat huffs, a distinctly human sound.
they all are.
as much as she doesn't want to think of it, she remembers their meeting on the boardwalk - how easily jinx had treated her as if she were a hallucination. she's there, too.
you never left me. i always heard you. shadows on the streets, prickles on the back of my neck. your voice. pushing me. picking me up when all the colors were black. you're the reason i'm still alive.
but at what cost?
she'd give anything to make them listen, even just a little. she'd have words with them if she could.
but she can only give comfort, and trills, purrs.]