They said that I'm paranoid, that I worry them, that I have a bad temper, my moods are abnormal, I'm too fixated on things, I'm not normal. They can handle all of that, I know they can, because they put up with Elizabeth and Henry.

Then I was caught wearing a pair of Franz' trousers and that was just too mad, even for them. Mother kept asking me 'why? why? why?' and she knows I hate it when she pesters me so I yelled at her and she still kept asking so I told her why. I told her that sometimes my body doesn't feel like my own and that I'm looking at a stranger in the mirror. Sometimes I want to part my skin and muscles and set aside my organs so that I can rip out my fucking uterus because the thought of bearing children sickens me. Sometimes I'd rather have a cock instead of tits.

Sometimes I don't want anything, if I'm being honest. I don't feel like any of it. I'm beyond being a man or a woman. I don't understand it at all and no one else seems to either. I've met other people who feel the same (in asylums, naturally) but they're no closer to an answer than anyone else is.

Well of course, saying all that I did in the manner that I did worried her and father and so I was sent to some place in Oxford, or it may have been Birmingham. Regardless, I didn't stay long, and I was onto the next and the one after that and they're all the same. I think I may be somewhere in Chesire now but I could very well be in Leeds and I'd be none the wiser. They don't fucking tell me anything and I'm sick of fucking begging.

Gojo is the sun. He's a star, shining forever, and Geto can't touch him. He never will. He's too far away, too bright and powerful, and Geto can't stand by his side, because the moon and the sun have never actually been together; they're meant to be apart, they always have been, with the world between them and an endless void telling their story