[ Several introspective minutes pass as she considers who 'they' might be.
And how, whoever 'they' are, she would be left hollow and alone with 'them'.
Without him. ]
They call me nothing at all. They give me no respite from existence. With them, there is no [...] understanding.
What you make me.
What I would be in your absence.
[...]
[...]
A confession, then, to do with as it pleases you. Ever as it pleases you.
I would do violence to keep you in this world.
With me.
May I?
[ What is it she's asking? She realizes once the message is sent that this is perhaps not a question of some hypothetical end, but becoming dangerously rooted in reality.
In more than being his, and more than 'we are not made for longevity'.
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And how, whoever 'they' are, she would be left hollow and alone with 'them'.
Without him. ]
They call me nothing at all. They give me no respite from existence. With them, there is no [...] understanding.
What you make me.
What I would be in your absence.
[...]
[...]
A confession, then, to do with as it pleases you. Ever as it pleases you.
I would do violence to keep you in this world.
With me.
May I?
[ What is it she's asking? She realizes once the message is sent that this is perhaps not a question of some hypothetical end, but becoming dangerously rooted in reality.
In more than being his, and more than 'we are not made for longevity'.
And in that realization, her courage flags. ]
Until we tire of this.
Of course.