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@undeadxdisciple
Kieren’s passive aggressive inner life amuses me far too much.
make me choose: Simon Monroe or Amy Dyer
"I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath — A waste of breath the years behind. In balance with this life, this death. That’s what I’d have wanted."
Another pause, this one longer than the first. Oliver fiddled absently with his cuffs as he thoughts, wracking his brain for a way to accurately sum up what he really, honestly wanted to change in the world. And, eventually, he spoke.
"…I don’t want people to feel…empty." The words were quiet, almost inaudible, but there nonetheless. He gave a slight, uncertain shrug, looking down and away as his hands continued their shifting, restless motions, the ball of his thumb sweeping back and forth across the woven fabric of his jumper cuffs. He couldn’t feel the pattern raised in threads anymore, but the action was still soothing to him.
Simon remained silent for a while, thinking through the man's words. "People?" he asked eventually. It was something he had experienced many years when he was still alive, which had been part of the reason as to why he willingly walked down the wrong path. It certainly wasn't an odd thing to want, not at all. "Are you sure you don't want people to feel empty? Or is this something a bit more personal?" he added, wondering if it was how Oliver felt, and therefor had such a wish. His eyes flicked to the man's hands, and he couldn't help but wonder what more there was to this answers, because he did think there were a lot more layers to this particular answer that he was keeping to himself. "It's okay, Oliver. You can relax. I promise I will not judge you."
"I hate watching the life and light fade out of someone, knowing who they once were but never will be. It’s tragic and senseless."
"It is... It definitely is. If you keep that in mind, I'm fairly sure nothing bad is bound to happen. Accidents happen, which is tragic, but we should do all we can to prevent it."
remember the scene where simon had to see his dad in the treatment center even though he didn’t want his family to see him like that, do you think he ever went to rehab for the drugs and had to go through the exact same thing„,
how kieren walker looking at → simon monroe
"Incurable degenerative brain diseases."
"Oh. That's interesting. Certainly is... What made you say that? Just curious..."
Oliver was quiet for a long time, seemingly uncertain of what to say, of how to answer the question (and how could he really, with a question like that? It was so open-ended, so vast, and it made every single possibility fly from his head in seconds).
"I don’t know," he said eventually, giving a slight shrug and continuing to stare down at his pale hands, not looking up at Simon.
"You don't know?" he asked, keeping his eyes locked on the other, waiting for a better answer. Of course, he couldn't expect anyone to answer such a difficult question just like that, but he knew a smart man such as Oliver could come up with something better. "There is no right or wrong. Give it a shot."
Can you hear me? I don’t want to do this anymore.
Please
because there’s what i believe… and then there’s you.
"If you could change one thing about this world, what would it be?"