Sato's Lore Drop (2)
: Do. Do wince. Ever so slightly. How I wished to cry out loud at you despite my fading consciousness. How you injected anesthetic into me was the softest hurt in the world, and the way you brushed your hand across my eyelids - your touch light as a feather.
: But the moment you leaned in to do so, I heard your heart. How it beat. There was never a fluctuation. And you - no blinks, a mumble, not even - a wince. Most definitely, you're aware of what you were to imply on me, and yet you feel nothing.
: Just a flicker of it would be fine, little old hesitation, even feign affliction. But you won't ever grant that, will you? If you did, and I died on the silvery table, I'd breathed my last thinking that you were forced into this, then been fully convinced we were but unfortunate little lambs, swallowed by something greater but worse.
: Instead, you left me with nothing but cold, harsh truths.
: You led me on, and your job is now done. Now, would you quit performing? You never tricked me, though. Not with your second-rate acting. I fooled myself all along.
: No, I changed my mind. Do what you'd like to do. Make a face, fake some words, and put up your circus show. Hide it, deck it, until the day your true color fades away. Til what you wear seeps into you. Til nobody has to see it straight, ever again.
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