It could be so easy to be amused at this, a petty tickle for all the wrong reasons. So tall! So glittery! How easily that could be her right now, with him waiting to find her in that position, but instead it's him, whose existence she's felt so frustrated about, who apparently made all the wrong choices to put himself into a precarious position and seemingly none the wiser about it.
She knows the farce for what it is, and yet there's still something almost glorious about the display, the Kaiser buried underneath come back to ascend his throne of lies, even presuming to speak to her in that sort of way. It's a flash of giddiness, even if she knows, she knows - there's something more to it more horrible, buried underneath.
Here she was, being charitable. Pointing out to him how he was falling apart. Funny, how even the petty entertainment of it all suddenly felt hollow, she surely was better than to react purely on that conditioned response. ]
Oh? Then by all means, feel free to collect it yourself. Or don't, if you think I care.
[ She doesn't, right? No, it's just their script: Here he is poised for disaster, and here she is ready to toy, as though they hadn't been put in that position again and again, by other beings just toying with them over and over again. ]
always :D
It could be so easy to be amused at this, a petty tickle for all the wrong reasons. So tall! So glittery! How easily that could be her right now, with him waiting to find her in that position, but instead it's him, whose existence she's felt so frustrated about, who apparently made all the wrong choices to put himself into a precarious position and seemingly none the wiser about it.
She knows the farce for what it is, and yet there's still something almost glorious about the display, the Kaiser buried underneath come back to ascend his throne of lies, even presuming to speak to her in that sort of way. It's a flash of giddiness, even if she knows, she knows - there's something more to it more horrible, buried underneath.
Here she was, being charitable. Pointing out to him how he was falling apart. Funny, how even the petty entertainment of it all suddenly felt hollow, she surely was better than to react purely on that conditioned response. ]
Oh? Then by all means, feel free to collect it yourself. Or don't, if you think I care.
[ She doesn't, right? No, it's just their script: Here he is poised for disaster, and here she is ready to toy, as though they hadn't been put in that position again and again, by other beings just toying with them over and over again. ]