As I lie here, I watch in silence. There is little activity within the Shrine, save for Ieyasu and Ani's fighting. But they are only a subject upon which my attention lingers for a minimal amount of time. I can see my sister from here as well. Although she seems to prefer the solitary life, she always manages to appear lonely by herself. It makes me wonder if I ever appear as such. Often do I rest here, upon this rock, and with no one have I shared this place I have claimed for my own. Though I never have felt truly lonely here. It is where I come to be alone, for that purpose.
I do not think she trusts me as much as she used to. Much has happened for me, and although we have our fun together, she is not the same. Perhaps it is only me that has changed, for it is often my fault that these things come about. Up until this point in which I have misinterpreted my own emotions, I have kept my entire being open to that kiko. She is the only one that I can say truly knows me for who I am. The link between us is forever open as far as I am concerned, and I do not conceal things often from her. Now that I think of it, perhaps this small glitch of confusion within me is the only thing I've kept. However, she knows me too well. It is only a matter of time before the crafty vixen discovers this feeling, and misinterprets it for herself. She will not take kindly to such discoveries, I can tell.
I have not yet spoken with my brother since I left to the tower, before the mage's 'death'. I wonder what he has been up to. I do miss his comforting companionship.
And yet, after all that has happened in my 453 years on this plane, I have just now found that I keep much too many secrets. They are difficult to keep track of, these secrets of mine, and only cause terrible problems when exposed. Liandria never tells me of many secrets she has for herself. I often wonder if she has any that she simply choses not to tell me. Although I do not hand over my trust to any aquaintance, the golden one is much less trusting than I, or so I've come to believe. And it is I who decieve so frequently. One would think that I would be less trusting, knowing the truth of such lies I find myself entwined with. Then again, perhaps this makes no sense at all.
In which case, I leave my thoughts at this. I depart.
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Method Behind the Madness
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