Northstar Vale Conversations With Dead People

His words were enough to cause a pause before she retreated to the recesses of her den. The woman was tired of defended herself against those who called her a "friend", they proclaimed to love her, and yet, everything they seemed to say was controversial somehow. What do you want me to do Collision? Beg you to stay while you clearly would rather go? What kind of friend would I be? Of course I want you to stay, I thought we were friends, but that's why it's not my decision to make for you.

A breath. You say I'm too far gone, what does that even mean? That you're upset that I reprimanded you for bringing my children into this conversation? That I'm upset for Hiromi's news? That everything I've done for months all amounted to nothing? I tried keeping everyone out of trouble by keeping my mouth shut and carrying it all by my self, and that didn't work, people got hurt, I know that is my fault, but at least when I do communicate my feelings are clear and I do place my blame on anyone else. You tell me you want to leave, and then seem to get upset when I respect your decision to do so. Perhaps it is you who needs to think about what you want from a pack, from this place, from me, and time away would you do you just that. Farewell, and good luck.

Whatever Collision had to say in retaliation to that, she wouldn't wait any longer to listen. It wasn't like Vespera's yelling, but somehow it was similar. She was painted in all these colours by someone she thought she grew close with, colours that seemed to be forced onto her to wear that didn't fit the painting of what had become of the Empress. 

[exit]