Killers and victims, killers and victims. Three of your own have fallen prey to murderous intent last week. Your numbers keep shrinking. Azura has fallen prey to Franciscus in the same night that Olympia betrayed her friend Millium and killed Cian who wound up in the crossfire. At this rate, is there anyone you can trust?
The townspeople's anger burns hotter than ever. Wherever they go, must they live in fear of stumbling on a corpse? They can't live like this. More than ever, the visitors are being shown that they are
unwelcome.
Walking outdoors, cold looks are the norm. Shouted profanity isn't unexpected. Barely anybody is willing to still hold a conversation with any visitors.
Even within the motel, there is no feeling of safety any longer. Not only have two people died in this very place, no, now the townspeople also lost their fear of coming inside. While they don't enter private rooms, the daring among them vent their hatred of you by vandalizing the common rooms.
Cartesio has become a menacing place.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again. Don't mind that some of them have been damaged in one of the attacks on the motel.
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cartesianism2018-11-04 01:52 am
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[It does make sense now. Why she’d tried so hard— why she took him so seriously when others simply accepted the way he was.]
I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s complicated.
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[But she doesn't say anything about it being complicated. Instead...]
You didn't say anything, when I said there's no harm in thinking about it in terms of yourself.
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...happiness is a difficult thing. It’s not enough to simply want it. You can chase it or you can imitate it, but there is no guarantee that it will help.
I did search once. And I could never get past the apathetic film that coated my eyes.
So I stopped looking, and I began to help others. And it was just a little more beautiful than before. But... I felt something here. Amidst tragedy and horror, for a moment I knew what it was to find those things I’d been searching for so many years ago.
And things I cared about may be gone but— I can still remember it so clearly. What it felt like to live within those happy moments. It hurts but it still exists in my memories and I can feel that.
...I want to protect those memories. I want to remember how much it hurt because that pain came from something that sparkled more brightly than anything I’ve ever known— even just for a moment.
This is... a version of myself that... I’d like to save.
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It's a version of yourself worth saving.
[And, really...]
I'm pretty sure he'd agree with me there.