She said she chose me.
The girl lied,
To me and to herself.
She still loves that love-sick pup.
She spoke her vows.
She has no idea what it's like;
To look at her everyday
Only to see her staring after that Turk
To hear the insincerity in her voice
As she speaks sickly sweet nothings and things only half-meant.
She claimed she chose me.
She chose him.
He just didn't know it.
The foolish dog-pup.
He thinks himself absolutely just
Condemning me to absolute evil.
Heh, what would a Turk know of justice?
He wants to know how could I let her go through with the project?
I think he should shut up.
He isn't paid to talk.
And Turks are certainly not paid to make moral judgments.
Why won't he be quiet?
Will he kindly shut up?
He deserved this...
Well no point in wasting a perfectly good body.
A/N: I'm a bit weird. I should probably sleep. This insomnia gets any worse, soon it'll only spawn pocky induced crack fics