Red’s a dragoness but I’m some kind of critter, a creature, probably not even organic, I’m a collection of bits that got smushed together into a mostly functioning body and a non-functioning mind, I’m not even human anymore, I was once, but whatever this is, whatever I am, it’s strange and it’s alien. I didn’t even think I wanted a face or to be seen or perceived but people are kind and she’s insistent, so… I don’t know. We work well when we’re both doing this but we’ve been split for a few days now and it’s weird for us both.
I’m. Optimistic? Weird to be, you know how many people fucked with my life, how much they broke me down? I shouldn’t be optimistic, I should be a ravening thing but… here I am. Alive. Not whole but… alive.
I’m. Glad I am. I don’t know what it means yet.
Sorry I’ve probably sounded like a lunatic these last few days, nothing makes sense and it’s never made more sense, if that even remotely comes through
