HOW DARE YOU rip open my chest as though you’re privy to the secrets buried within? how dare you EXPOSE the monstrosity welled beneath, threatening to sink its maws unto my vulnerability? how dare you nurture the anger, the hatred, the longing, the desire, the everything (pathetic, pathetic little oracle !! what disgusting being - to succumb to such far-fetched fantasies such as CLOSURE? there is a special place in hell, love, for those whose lips were drenched with the sweet honey of lies, whose hands were soaked with blood, whose feet stood on the bleached bones of sacrifices in her name.)
OH, kaneki ken, would you ever KNOW? the demons whisper her name, LUNAFREYA NOX FLEURET, as though sustenance, as though it was a pure, unadulterated NEED (to taint her! to tattoo their wicked marks across her very soul.)
❝ my love, my loneliness is a privilege. it is a trophy that celebrates the history i’ve made unto the world. the people are safe, because of our collective effort. ❞ spoken as though the enthusiasm was genuine, as though she was truly altruistic && as though she was EAGER to forfeit her life.
it was murder, murder, murder. the oracle lamb for slaughter can’t indulge in her loneliness.
so she pretends. just as she always does.