Furuno
Actually, I don't want to die alone. No one does. But, I've just got to pretend to be brave for the boys that may become future victims... and the people that care about me.
I walk away, stone-faced.
My shoulders are rigid, my posture stern - screaming that I should be avoided.
"You think you can handle me, don't you? No one has been so cocky and determined before. I'm curious as to where this would lead".
I ignore him - or whatever it is.
All the emotions that had eluded me earlier come swirling in - the fear, anxiety, guilt, sorrow, everything I couldn't feel earlier.
I hadn't come around to apologizing to Safari for trying to end her life so brutally.
How are they supposed to trust me if I can't even predict my next action?
The voice laughs, loud and mocking.
"They're not. That's the point."
Point of what? Madness? Insanity? Solitude?
The voice goes silent.