Someone else has. Someone else has laid there, on the end of Chara's bed, and listened to them tell the tale with the smooth confidence of someone who doesn't even need the book in their hands. So very quiet, only speaking up themself when a thought strikes- commentary upon a particular segment, insight upon the characters, and what they thought of them thus far.
A shared look between them, when the character they both associated with the most simply died. From vibrant caricature to simple plot device.
They'd both pretended not to associate with her even more, at that.]
When I’m dead worn out, in a reverie, I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen. Whether it’s cold and I’m all alone, or somebody’s there and it’s warm, I’ll stare death fearlessly in the eye.
If it’s in a kitchen, I’ll think, “How good.”
It has been my favorite for a very long time. Did you read it?
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Someone else has. Someone else has laid there, on the end of Chara's bed, and listened to them tell the tale with the smooth confidence of someone who doesn't even need the book in their hands. So very quiet, only speaking up themself when a thought strikes- commentary upon a particular segment, insight upon the characters, and what they thought of them thus far.
A shared look between them, when the character they both associated with the most simply died. From vibrant caricature to simple plot device.
They'd both pretended not to associate with her even more, at that.]
When I’m dead worn out, in a reverie, I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen. Whether it’s cold and I’m all alone, or somebody’s there and it’s warm, I’ll stare death fearlessly in the eye.
If it’s in a kitchen, I’ll think, “How good.”
It has been my favorite for a very long time. Did you read it?