a winter labyrinth

[townmusician]

断ち切るしかないんだろ
注いだ冬は心のラビリンス
後戻りなんて出来ないから
やりきるしかないんだろ
黒い気持ちと手を繋いだって構わない
抱きしめたっていいh

I have to break free
This pouring winter is my heart's labyrinth
I can't go back anymore, so
I have to finish this
I don't care if you took my hand with dark motives
I want you to hold me close

Comments

[unweathered]

[Schneider lifts her gun, cold fury sweeping through her]

Don't fucking give me that bullshit. Trying to trap me in petty illusions? I'm not so simple. How about you show us what you wanted to see instead?

[townmusician]

Hey, don't shoot the messenger.

[He doesn't even bat an eye at being threatened, looking back at Schneider.]

I don't have anything I want, not like you do. The "ideal dream" isn't something that's mine to reach for.

[unweathered]

Aaah, this fake sentimental crap again? Trying to pretend you're not human?

[Schneider lowers her gun if only because she doesn't see a point in fighting again]

What I want is dust. Gone. Nothing can bring it back.

[townmusician]

[He's not human, he's an idol!!! Gosh!!!

Except he doesn't actually say that, because he's not as cringe as Tenn.]

No, nothing like that. I'm just the one who's supposed to be selling a dream, but I can't let myself fall into a trap of wanting any of my own.

[Schneider saw that memory, at least, saw how he was raised to hold the world at a distance.]

Is there nothing that you want now?

[unweathered]

That's stupid. Dreams being sold should be based off what you want. Why would I be interested in anything someone without dreams of their own has to say?

[Schneider supports people being selfish, actually. She smiles, giggles ]

My heart and body turned to dust long ago. I wonder...if there is anything. [she pauses and moves on ] Oh. I suppose I'm sentimental enough to admit I would like to see a few people from this world again, after we're all done with this bullshit.

[townmusician]

[Hmmmm hm hm.]

You want the authentic self, not the fake ideal? I see. You're not like most people I've met.

[Most people haven't cared about what he wanted, so it became something he never really thought about. For a long time he was so focused on everyone else that his own hopes and dreams stopped mattering.]

Though most people here are weirdos, too, even if most of them aren't that bad. Maybe some are worth keeping around.

[unweathered]

I dislike overly polished, happy fakes. You can't trust them.

[ says Schneider, who lies as easily as she breathes but this is her being honest]

Don't you have anyone you want to keep around?

[townmusician]

[you can't trust ANYONE!!!]

...I guess.

[Yes, he does.]

It might be nice to keep in touch with some, sure. Don't know if the feeling goes both ways with everyone.

[unweathered]

[ Hm. What is this shy, blushing boy. She shoots (17), deliberately aiming away to make him jump]

Come on, after all that crap you put us through, you're going to wilt now? That idiot boyfriend of yours really made me want to shoot him for real with how he kept going on and on. And isn't Yoon your friend?

[townmusician]

[Hey, don't damage the walls!!]

Sheesh, calm down.

[Don't just SHOOT THINGS!!]

...It's already embarrassing having this conversation. Did everyone going through this end up feeling so cringe?

[Ah, he seems more like himself and less like a Shadow... It'd be easier to tell if he didn't already have yellow eyes...]

[unweathered]

[ she can shoot him instead?? ]

Probably. [ cheerfully saying yes] At least you dont have a massive audience watching your every move? We embarrassed Yoon plenty, I think.