A/N) I haven't written anything about Xenon yet. So here. c':
.o: No One Cares :o.
It was so god damned stupid, sometimes.
It's just so stupid, how much I wanted to feel again. This emotion is just - horrible. The moment I got back, I just realised how much exactly had changed in the world. When I got back my sentience.
She changed. I might have liked her before, but now, I'm not that sure. Besides, it's been years since I last saw her. She might as well have liked someone else. She might have liked someone else, way before I got back.
I hate how I got my memories wiped. I wanted to remember my connections with everyone so god damned badly. I hate trying to remember who I was to her. I hate having to survive and live and trying to understand what connections that everyone has with me and each other.
I hate how he had gotten the idea that we were humans before me. I hate how he knew what was going on so god damned quickly before I could even register anything. I hate how he could remember his old friend so god damned clearly.
He had gotten back into Luka's good graces - good for him. You don't want to mess with an angry Battle Mage, staff with or without. He's back into mechanics, have you heard? He's back into working with mechanicry, the ones that I know just about nothing about.
I hate how he's the one that has to deal with me, that he's the one that has to fix me when I break down or if I end up broken.
Do you recognize this feeling, the one when you meet up with someone else, that you just know you have such a good connection with, but you just can't remember anything? You could have been her lover for all you knew, but you just wouldn't know. I've always wanted to cry so god damned badly.
I can't cry though. It's just not something that an android can do. However this strange heart of mine aches, I can't respond. I can't do anything. I can only sit and watch and stare as the world goes by, like he does, like the other robots do.
He's actually progressing well, if you think about it. He's able to adjust smoothly back into his old life, and learn how to use a weapon of his choice, and actually become what he's always wanted to be. His machines. No one can forget about his machines.
But what about her? She's always been the one that I care for the most. I know I had done that before my memories disappeared. But I don't think anyone cares. No one cares about an emotionless person, because they never show that they care, even though they do.
And damn it, I care. No one cares about me, because I can't do anything on my own. I can't fix myself, I can't program myself on my own. I can't program anything.
No one cares about this emotionless robot.
No one cares.
No
one
cares.
Because I don't.
Even if you don't, I do, though.
A/N) Last line is spoken by whoever. I don't really care about who. It can be a hand in your shipping or something because I don't even care about anything anymore. Also, I need to get back into writing. o3o