#wcmaf

“I-I want things to.....t-to go back to n-n-normal......m-m-aster, please......it h-hurts.......being human....r-really hurts.......”

“M-Master, please.......everything h-hurts.......w-why does it hurt.......make it stop, p-p-please.....I never asked for t-this........why do humans hurt s-so much........”

      It would have been risky to take out the person he’d wanted to, first.. It would have been obvious that he was the killer--no one else had any bad blood flowing for the psuedo-god. Taking out a target that anyone would go after should have been simple..and that person was also a quick thinker.. If he’d allowed him to live, Saol was certain he’d have been found out much faster than he was...

      It had come down to a mistake in a claim. He’d claimed the role of the person interrogating him...

      Grumbling and kicking at small rocks and other items as he walked and tried to calm himself down, he can’t help but end up cramming all of his anger and frustration towards the thought of a single person.

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.”                                                                                                      ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

{ x } recommended listening

“You don’t understand! I’ve been trying to tell you for years, we deserve more than this!”

Pi-chan curls her hands into fists glaring at the ground

“I love Solitude as much as you do- it’s my home, you know this! But I can’t just sit around and watch everybody get fucked over by those stupid mammals! Do you think we deserve this? We never did anything to them! Maybe- maybe it was for revenge at first, I don’t fucking know, but they’re just disgusting now. Nobody deserves this, not Auntie, not Master, and sure as hell not me.

“....I was out once, you know. The real world. There are so many birds, you know? And the sky....it’s so big. There are giant human machines that can fly like birds, and- and thousands of acres of world for us to explore! But....but there are trapped birds, too....ones whose wings are clipped, and one who are kept in cages. And every time I saw one, I thought....that’s us, isn’t it? We’re fed, we’re given a home, we’re kept happy.....but we can’t do what we want. Every time we want to do something, we have to get the goats’ approval. Every time I leave, or come  back, it’s because of the goats. Free will....it’s a human thing, isn’t it? And once you have it....it’s addicting. Having it stolen from you is like living without air. I just wish you could understand.

“A-And-! That’s why I want you to fly for yourselves! Stop looking up to them as an ultimate authority! They can’t control you if you don’t let them, damnit! We were born as birds, but that doesn’t give them the right to clip our wings! I just....I want what’s best for you, and if that means stopping your worship of these false gods who demand that we give them tribute for destroying the ones who gave us our home before, then jesus, I’m going to do it!”

She finishes here speech, breath running ragged from the emotion in her voice. Still, Tim and Tam do nothing but blink back at her from their spot on a nearby tree branch and tilt their heads in unison. She should have expected as much; the twins are the smartest birds in the flock by far, but even they have their limits. They are, after all, just doves.

A LIE; A FALSEHOOD

He couldn’t blame them, really he couldn’t. Not wanting to die was natural...

(....right?)

      She’d never tell him, however, about the ghostly pain that would sometimes appear at the same area.. It felt as thought the wound had been forced to heal immediately, but her body was still trapped in the time when it was fresh.. Every time it returned, her hands would grip at the fabric of her shirt..and she’d have to sit down. Sometimes her breathing would get weird, or she’d feel lightheaded...

Mom, dad......Marielle-san.....Nyanta-san........I’m sorry for leaving.