#thedefect

You don’t like the sound of that.　Honest to god,　you don’t.　Voided gaze narrows with incredulity,　lip jutting outward in faintest,　blink and you’ll miss it pout.　The domestic pet stuck behind bars thinks little of its enclosure,　carrying out its escape only when the opportunity descends,　blatant and obnoxious,　from above.　The cage is comforting,　the only consistency life has been kindly enough to provide you with.　If you stepped outside it,　you’d instantly flood with insurmountable loss.　So why do you do it,　Leopard?　⸻　Because you know that they know best.　Because you are incapable of thinking for yourself,　making your own decisions,　being your own person.　They made you like this.　Molded you to the shape of evil like you’re sneaking through a hole in the wall.

❛❛  It’s my job.  ❜❜　　A responsibility,　too.　You aren’t so foolish as to believe your atrocities are something moral,　but they’re still yours.　Plucking a half-dead hangnail from the corner of your nail,　you try to evade the dread settling in.　It’s not like you resent him for the sudden self-awareness permeating through you like a virus,　you just wish that it could’ve been different.　❛❛  I could ask you the same question.  ❜❜　You present crystalline glass of water before him,　shoving it an inch closer with a light tap.　❛❛  By the way,　I don’t care if you smoke in here.  ❜❜　The apartment,　minimal in its embellishment,　has already cradled its fair share of cigarette smoke:　a little more would do minimal harm.