Made a little joke to myself...
"Well, it's not like I have a birthday, so-!" (With some context, I was implying that...if I want anything, there's never any rush to get it in a time frame or feel like one has to do so. Since I...don't have a birthday to look to or aim for.)
....It surprisingly hurt a lot. I think I expected a bit of pain, but not what...I actually ended up sitting with?
None of our birthdays are known. That's...the sort of equal ground we have. But I think there's still an extra twinge of pain I get; I never got to know mine. Everyone else carries memories of a celebrated day.
...You don't humanize a weapon.







