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[someonetowatchoveryou]

You are mistaken, mundane. I am not lonely. While it is true that I am away from everyone I know, it is a certainty that I will return.

I do not require companionship of any kind.

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[yesterdaystomorrow]

But having a reliable, loving companion in your life can sometimes make all the difference. I mean, I was happy before everything, but now--... [Oh, that soft blush was made all the more noticeable by the woman's ghostly white complexion.]

--It just makes me that much happier. [Teehee, lady in love, look out.]

[awfulsentimetal]

[This is a seriously twitterpated robut looming behind the Walter Girl.

... He can't help it, he's tall.]

[someonetowatchoveryou]

[headtilt]

What does it change?

[yesterdaystomorrow]

It's hard to put into words, but it's a really wonderful feeling. Like I could do anything at all as long as he's with me.

[Sap.]

[someonetowatchoveryou]

A kind of euphoria?

[yesterdaystomorrow]

[A nod] Maybe something like that, but permanent. And even more than that, I know that I have someone I can always trust and rely on, someone that I can turn to at any moment. Being in love is wonderful, but beyond that fuzzy feeling, I love just having him near me as my friend.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

[This makes him think. He's seen what love does, good and bad. He... well, he isn't afraid, but he's certainly apprehensive of something that can have such a profound effect.]

Is it necessary? [There's that curiosity of his...] I see no detriment caused to my ability to function by being alone. I am... accustomed to it.

[awfulsentimetal]

[The Spine decides to pipe up--because really, he has the perfect answer.]

Well, it's like the song says: "love is all you need to live."

[Saaaaaaap.]

'Course, if you're happy on your own that's not a bad thing. But lovin' someone else has a way of opening up the world.

[yesterdaystomorrow]

[Get out while you can, September.

The petite woman gazes up to her automaton, that blue-lipped smile just far too darling for words.] Absolutely. Nothing could be better.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

So it is an addiction?

[Nope. He's gonna figure this thing out or die trying.]

[yesterdaystomorrow]

No, I don't think an addiction is right, necessarily.... [Sure, she does love The Spine, but that can't be quite what she feels.] It's just love.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

One who is addicted commonly states that the object of said addiction makes things possible, and that they need it to live.

[Sigh. Observers.]

[awfulsentimetal]

[That's a pretty sharply lifted eyebrow on The Spine's face, boy howdy.]

I, uh... think you're off the mark by about a mile.

[yesterdaystomorrow]

It's a figure of speech. I think the two of us could manage without one another, even if neither of us would like to think of that now. We're just happy together.

That isn't a bad thing. [Or an addiction.] You just may be surprised by how wonderful love can be.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

It is... impressive, from what I have seen over time.

[Observers are great at understatement, aren't they?]

It is not something I wish to risk. [No matter how curious he is and no matter how much constantly watching Walter and Peter and their family has affected him. No, sir, he remembers what happened to August.] A colleague of mine was killed for it. He was... unwise.

[yesterdaystomorrow]

[Oh. That was certainly one way to have the petite, pale girl frowning slightly, tiny hands coming to clasp at her waist.]

How terrible... But not all love ends up like that.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

I suspect that for my kind, it does. I must be discreet.

[Whups. Discreet with what, September? Something you're not telling us?]

[yesterdaystomorrow]

Discreet with what?

[Oops, she's reading your mind.]

[someonetowatchoveryou]

[He hasn't yet got the emotional capacity to be embarrassed. Instead, he simply tilts his head, but his gaze is a little soft and his voice quiet when he speaks.]

There is a group of people whom I have been tasked with watching. They have become, perhaps, more than simply subjects of observation.

But I must be discreet with this... opinion. My people prefer objectivity.