Headache...NOT heartache
The past few days have been glorious, I'll admit that. I was having a rather splendid time with her. Unfortunately, I've been wounded pretty deeply at this point...our departure was less than satisfactory, and I discovered that I was...filling in for someone, as there was another "princess" to be sought after. It's true, I don't exactly for the description of waiting princess and the whole bloody bit, but it seemed as if I was doing everything right, so this was unexpected. If I'd known I'd be almost used, maybe I wouldn't have given in to my feelings so easily. After all, being used is too similar a feeling for me, between having to be the savior of a world and having to be the broken girl in the asylum, a thing to be toyed with at other's discretion. I wish I hadn't shared with her how I was before it all happened, because that was so intimate and private to me that I would normally never share it with anyone. I felt so naked, her seeing that, and then she just left me.
Sometimes it really is better to have no feelings at all.
But I have a job to do. I said I'd track down those Organization miscreants, and I MEANT it. No matter what feelings I have, retribution is the strongest one. I am Alice: demon slayer, balanced on the thread between life and death. I am Alice, holder of cold sanity that makes the killing efficient. I make my mark. I draw the lines on the sand. If you're
my enemy, I find you. And you die.
Simple as that.