REAL BOY, I’VE GOT SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU
He towers over the gem-studded deer, a walking corpse by the look of it but small as a mouse to Toro. His ears pin back as the other speaks, gives him the answers he did not ask for. He wants to say, “I didn’t ask,” but it seems so cruel and so wrong that he stays silent, back to the mountain wall. Even his tails have gone still.
Sometimes… it seems like all the time. He plays the words over again in his head. He didn’t want to have this conversation. He wanted to be alone, and then (now) he wanted the little honey boy to go away. This careless display of weakness, the vulnerable state a complete stranger would reveal to him - he didn’t want to see it. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t want to say anything. For a long time he stares at the tiny almost-deer, until finally, his voice solemn, he says, ”But you continue on.”
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"What I say,"
What I think,
