Reserved at Mayfield

[lettertomyfutureself]

So Mun...

This place you're taking me. It sounds like a welcome walk in the park compared to where I was. But I still don't understand why. I was getting closer. Closer to Claudia, to finding out the truth. So why the interruption? What's so important in Mayfield?

... Oh. HE'S gonna be there. Just great. Looks like my life's gonna become a dumb sitcom here for awhile. Yanno, both you and that other mun have a terrible sense of humor. Look at me not laughing.

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[lettertomyfutureself]

If it was only that, I don't think I'd think you were a freak.

[closerthanheaven]

Satisfy my curiosity, then -- why do you think that?

[lettertomyfutureself]

-A heavy sigh... Back to this game again.-

You just are. The way you talk, the way you think. You're just like her, in the end.

[closerthanheaven]

[He clenches his fist in response to that, then points at Heather accusingly. His calm demeanor is gone, replaced by one of rage. The space he usually keeps in conversation is narrowed slightly.]

I've told you not to lump me in with her. We may believe in the same God, but she has lost her mind. I'm still quite sane, even if you don't believe me. I don't have the same goals as her and I never will. I'm not interested in rebirthing God ever.

[lettertomyfutureself]

-And Heather, understandably, backs off.-

Whoa, hey, getting all hulk mad like you are right now isn't helping your case.

[closerthanheaven]

[He takes a step back and sighs heavily.]

Do me a favour and never compare me to that madwoman ever again. I am nothing like her.

I want her dead just as much as you do...for different reasons, yes, but the desire is still there. [Not mentioning right now that he's having Heather do it for him just because he doesn't want blood on his hands.]

[lettertomyfutureself]

Right, fine, whatever, just... don't freak out on me.

[closerthanheaven]

Don't give me cause to and I won't. How's that?

[lettertomyfutureself]

Works for me...

[closerthanheaven]

[He smiles for once and it almost appears genuine. Almost.] A shame you couldn't finish what you started before being put here.

[lettertomyfutureself]

I don't intend to stick around.

[closerthanheaven]

From everything I've been hearing, that's not up to you.

[lettertomyfutureself]

I don't intend to let something like that stop me.

[closerthanheaven]

Unlike the Otherworld, your will or memories of your past self won't change the world around you. There's no way out. Hopeless, isn't it?

[lettertomyfutureself]

I already told you I don't intend to be stopped. I'll find a way out. I have to find Claudia.

[closerthanheaven]

At least you still have that...driving force. In the end, though, it doesn't matter. How many times will you fail before you give up? [Was it a rhetorical question or was he actually expecting a response? You can never tell with him.]

[lettertomyfutureself]

You should know by now that I'm not a giving up kinda girl.

[closerthanheaven]

[Well, that he did know.]

I suppose if Harry dying didn't destroy your will, nothing can. I'll concede that. [It's almost a grudging admittance.]

[lettertomyfutureself]

... I think we could use a subject change.

[closerthanheaven]

[He smirks.]

Looks like I'm going to be seen as your father. How's that for a subject change?

[lettertomyfutureself]

Creepy, to be honest.

[closerthanheaven]

That...seems to be your general response for anything involving me. I'm hurt. [He feigns disappointment and exaggerates drooping his shoulders.]

[lettertomyfutureself]

Yep. Creepy. That's you in a nutshell right there.

[closerthanheaven]

You'll learn to like me. You have to, if you want to stay sane.

[lettertomyfutureself]

Yeah, we'll see about that.