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But it isn't your fault, it can't be, and it never has been. I'm going to put on my best GraveRobber voice and tell you, "You know it only upsets you so much because you're not doing what you really want to be doing right now and I get that."

...How was that?

Also...good luck with the in-coming emails. Sorry anyone gave him yours.

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Wow. I didn't think I would see you here. My mun showed me the movie in case you're wondering how I know you.

Me? I'm...here all the time, actually.

...Oh. Well, I guess that's not too weird. I mean, most people do sort of tend know...a lot about me, after what happened at the Opera.

I would imagine. Just so you know, I'm on your side on all that.

I'm a singer myself, well that is if that wasn't just the movie where you have that great singing talent.

Oh. Um, thanks.

I can...sort of sing. I mean, I'm no Blind Mag. But I don't think I'm terrible.

I think you're underselling yourself. But if you like music do you want to hear me play?

Well, it's a little different, I guess, when your real life isn't...exactly a musical.

Sure! What kind do you play?

Rock mostly.

[She'd show off her guitar for Shilo.

Really? What total MGz! I love rock and roll.

You have good taste then baby-pop. Why don't I play you my song then?

I'd love to hear it.

Alright, hit it!

[Rather enthused she snapped her fingers and a band seemed to appear out of no where. She would begin playing her signature song wondering a little to herself if Shilo would actually pay attention to the lyrics.]

They do make it so hard on themselves sometimes don't they?

Mine does, anyway. She says it's an artist thing.

I can see why she'd be drawn to you then.

We do sorta have a lot in common, I guess.

And so...we know what she wants.

But what is it you want?

I...don't know. A real life, I guess? Something that's not...I don't know, bogged down by sickness and darkness and crazy families and stuff.

If I may suggest?

You long for freedom. To explore, to see to experience to live the adventures you've only dreamed of. To shed your skin and abandon the sickly weak pale child you were becoming something greater, something...more then yourself.

Would that be a fair assumption?

...Well, basically, yeah. You say it a lot better than I probably ever could.

Years of practice.

You are an obedient child, one that requires guidance however. Someone to show you the way rather then lock you away. You have suffered much at the cruel hands of the world.

The world, maybe not so much. But definitely at the hands of a few people who seemed to...well, run my world.

Precisely.

Given the choice though...would you have your revenge? Or simply run away.

I would run. Maybe, I don't know, maybe that's cowardly. I mean, I'm not sorry that my dad is dead. But he punished himself more than I ever could.

If he had really loved you, you'd have been free long ago.

You are no coward, you only need to have the fires of your heart fed.

That's...sorta what I think, too.

Instead of doused with poison? Yeah.

And with a mentor something more...yes. You would also benefit from a friend. Someone you can trust, someone who needs you as much as you need them. Wouldn't that be a novel concept? Not having to worry about being betrayed because you actually hold some power?

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