Blacktail Deer Plateau the swelling of broken violins

The soul that affronted her shone brightly with an intriguing sense of red hot despair; fractured through a screen of pederasty and disillusion. His anguish was just [in that aspect], but the manner in which he wished to die perturbed Olive. It was macabre and desperate, as if his life held no value now that it was unrecognizable.  His auric facade demonstrated a reluctance to speak, but the words brought forth appeared [to Olive] to earnestly seek a listening ear. Olive waited quietly as the melancholic story lapsed, petite ears flattened against her skull and veridian stare keenly probing his own. Death was an beguiling topic to the greyscale femme and she found herself ruminating on it often - but she desired know this gamin’s truth, as she knew very few wolves who sincerely wished desecration upon themselves and followed through. Still, she bit her tongue and responded in a forthright and sincere manner.

“To survive is to suffer.” 

Olive drew herself back after speaking, not wishing to cozen the man into an uninvited embrace - though that was all she longed to do. Instead, she spoke again - despite his apparent abhorance of her rhetoric. “Do you how to best catch a bird?"

"Here's how you do so. You must take berries from a bush and place them in a crevice with a small opening. The opening should be just big enough for the bird to stick his clawed foot into. When the bird graps the berries attempts to retreat, he will find that he cannot fit his foot back through the opening. If the bird would just let go of the berries, he could escape. But he just… won’t."

Olive wondered if her story would be relevant to the nonsensical boy and hoped he could recognize the principle within the parable. Armand was the bird, grasping at something that did not serve him [but could not seem to let go of]. Platitude or not, Olive knew philosophy to be the healer of all wretchedness and she sought solace in it’s teachings almost daily.  The bantam woman's voice fell several octaves again.

“Attachment leads to suffering, but detachment harkens freedom. You must forget the life which torments you and start anew; emancipated from your pain.”