Mar 22, 2010 23:32
What a strange world I've stumbled into.
I'm not sure I belong at all. Even if I don't, however, I can't help except to stare with prying eyes.
In spite of it all, the quaint, the odd, the mourning, every feeling is like a colour, and every colour is beautiful.
Or perhaps that's the romantic in me speaking.
I must miss home. Already. Or him.
¤mesprit,
¤brock,
¤jeff,
¤uxie,
¤cyrus,
¤knuckles,
¤tails
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[Memories of his childhood, being shunned by his own island-mates... Slight flickers of fear.]
Perhaps at one point... but when I came here I felt like I fit in more than I did back home.
I can understand how it feels, but you seem to fit in, so don't worry.
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That's sweet of you. Everyone here is unique and special. I almost think that maybe it's better if we don't all fit in. Otherwise that makes us like everyone else, right?
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It is my aim that the sentient world be as beautiful as that.
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I understand how it is to miss home, though.
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Are you doing all right, Voile?
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It's not a bad thing to worry about fitting in. It just shows that you care about this place.
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I do care about this place. And I care about everyone else in it, too.
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