Was rereading vsquest. Thought about that. Wrote that.
There were times when you fully realized just how messed up you were.
There were times, when you realized, that you were human, born human, supposed o be human, and you shouldn’t feel as if everything was wrong until you were all alone and you could let out your tail and ears.
There were times, when you realized, that nobody sane sleeped with a knife under their pillow, when you could sleep at all, and this wasn’t even something you did before, and yet you couldn’t feel safe until you knew for sure there was sharp iron around.
There were times, when you realized, that very few people sneaked out at night, even less to go to the woods nearby, and absolutely none to howl and run growl, and yet these nights always left you in a way better state of mind than you entered them.
There were times, when you realized, that nobody stopped everything in the middle of their tracks in order to wait for an impulse, a voice, anything, before remembering that you’d never hear them again, and yet you were so used to the company of these people in your head that you kept forgetting that they were gone forever.
There were times, like just now, when you remembered one of the last thing these voices had told you and thought, thought, just what if
if you could go back and not go at all, would you?
but no matter how often these time came, the answer was always the same/
You would go back, again and again, a thousand times if you had to
Because there was Blake, and Weiss, and Zwei
And Ren, and Pyrrha, and Jaune, and Nora
They were worth all the running
They were worth all the fighting
And, beside, maybe not doing things the same way other did wasn’t that much of a big deal.
