Seriously not talking about this.
You Really Responded To That? I Bet Twi 5bits You Wouldn’t! Why Lyra! Why?
I don’t know! I don’t know why I’m doing any of this! I’m super super behind now! I haven’t even finished the first page of this side piece and I was a full day behind on my larger project yesterday!
Weak.
I prefaced that with ‘I’m not a wordsmith!’ What do you want from me?!
I’m sorry to hear that. It’s a hard decision to make.
But these scars run deeper than that. And I still don’t want to talk about it.
Whatever, dude.
If you can’t play nice, I’ve got work to do. And it’s already getting super late.
That’s right. You were supposed to be here today, right?
Just as well that you didn’t make it, I’ve been super busy and have only just started working tonight. Probably won’t finish.
Tomorrow should be fine.
Didn’t you threaten to kill me recently because you thought harps were better than lyres?
I’m not sure if I do or not. Is that some kind of innuendo?
It can’t be that bad, can it?
I… don’t even want to talk about this anymore…
Scratch that, I never like talking about this.
Ever.
Trust Me Lyra Nothing You Could Say You’ve Done/Had Happen Could Shock Me. What I Imagine You’ve Done Is Probably Far Worse Than The Truth And I Don’t Judge You For It.
You may be the only one that wouldn’t turn against me, Gilda. You would be disguised, but you might, might not hate me for it.
I can help you learn to time travel if you really want, though. Just saying.
You can say that now; you can’t picture me doing anything bad enough to warrant such an extreme change. But like you said, the past is set in stone. It will always be there staring me in the face if I ever look back.
That’s why I just try to live right here.
I would need sheet music.
And that gradual speed up in tempo would be really hard to choreograph for me.
Sounds sort of Castlevania/Disgaea-esque, though. I could possibly do something from a Castlevania at some point.
And I suppose you like sandwiches without bread, too.
If you were any more sardonic you’d have a moat of concentrated sarcasm around the library!