~ Chapter one: Where is my sanity? ~
The sand... Always the sand... This tormenting sand that submerges everything in its blankness and vagueness; corpses, buildings... and blood... I feel so lonely... Yeah... I forget the feeling to have a company... Do I need one anyways? I do not know
You still have my company. You do not need other company than mine.
Right. I have yours. I have you...But does it satisfy me? I wonder...
... You really make me weary by always repeating the same thing - the same scheme over and over. Cannot you learn from your errors' consequence? Wasn't it you who wished it at first?
Yes, I did. Indeed...
So, why are you dwelling on the past? Why aren't you playing with me in our minds. You do not need other than myself.
I don't know. Perhaps I need to speak to someone of my own kind. It has been so long since I have met someone of my kind. I have sought for it - and I still search for that.
You know that I am the only one of your kind.
No. It's wrong. In all your mightiness, even you can't fill me in all this vastness... This bareness... Everywhere I go, there is dead. Everywhere I go, there is suffering... Everywhere I go, there is stupidity...
That is why you stay here — for no one may find you.
And what? What can I do then? Wait the end of the time? Until you and me become senile, barking nosily in each other's company for all eternity?
It sounds good for me.
You are kidding?
No.
Then, it does not look like you.
Simply because you do not know me enough for you to say that.
No, I know you. I know what you are, I know who you are. I know what you have been and how you have managed since the beginning.
And what have I been?
You know — a demon —
— The guardian of your insanity —
— The creator of entropy —
— The bringer of death —
— The messenger of the hell — we all get the refrain.
Right... So, where were we already?
In the sand, always in the sand. You know the point.
No, I mean our conversation.
Hmm... I was doing my usual cry and begging for company, and you rescue me from rambling.
Oh yes! We talked about the fact you might return to the livings' Realm, and I said it was better we stay there for all eternity, right? Well, I postulated that this solution perfectly suits me.
Well... I canot say the same.
Why?
Because I don't feel like I am alive.
Why do you need to feel like being alive?
Well... That's not the question of what I need but what I want here — and who would not want not to feel being alive anyways?
You did not answer to my question.
I must have caught this bad habit from you.
Scoundrel.
Bastard.
Brat.
Idiot.
Moron.
Idi— Wait, did you say idiot?
Moron.
Damn — you mess with my head again.
Moron.
Argh, shut up!
Moron.
This discussion is not going anywhere if you continue.
MoronMoronMoronMoronMoron—
SHUT UP!
At least, it was fun.
Bastard.
Moron.
...
Moron.
You are annoying, you know?
That is why you like me.
I would not bet my life on this point.
You may embarrass me.
You lie as you breathe.
False. See, I flush.
*Flush*
Amazing effect on the fur. Can you redo this, with more pink on the whiskers?
*Blush*
Wut. Sad that you are not a woman.
I can be everything you want, but you know it anyways.
Yeah, and it would not be the same. I miss a woman.
Pervert.
No, I'm not! It is how the nature programmed me.
Pervert still.
If you were at my place, you would understand me — and as you aren't, I can firmly affirm to you that I'm not a pervert.
That is the reason for which 80% of your thoughts are focused on very naked biped while the other 20% are only nonsense.
...
Oh, and blood dropped from your nose when I said I could become a woman.
Crap.
It was a lie of course.
...
The sand... Always the sand...
Damn, we come back at the same point.