Hmm. I suppose that was my mistake, wasn't it? Indulged myself just a little bit too much in this game of pretend, and happened to fool others with it.

[ ah, what a pity. it isn't as if he were working to be liked. perhaps even in this, he is meant to usher in despair. despair, after all, is the reassurance of inevitability. if there is and was no other way, then there's no need to feel sorrow for what wasn't meant to be.

but that's not what someone who chose a name like joyous day would make of it, is it? cynicism or no cynicism. acceptance is resignation. ]

Perhaps I should call it here? End scene, curtain call. Shall I wear another skin for our remaining time here? It's not too late for me to remember my cruelty.