Sketch #2
Title: Contemplations
# Words: 367
Rating: PG
Notes:
Woohoo! Look, there's two of them now! I think the characters are pretty obvious, though they're not mentioned by name. Er... That's it! Please review! Oh! And my apologies to Animegoil for stealing her idea without knowing it... Forgive me? And thank you, Ally! My only review...
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Knights. Only books 4, 15, 17, & 18. The rest I mooched off of my cousin. -sweatdrop-
I just don't get it. Plain and simple: I can't understand why he thinks his life is worthy of nothing more than an early end. It's not like his childhood was terrible. In fact, these people could be Heaven's own angels in comparison to the scum in whose home I spent my early years. A dirty witch for a nurse, human flesh my only nourishment, demons my only contacts- unless you count the humans whose fate was to become my dinner. But really, the Dragon Queen herself rocked him to sleep, and the Dragon Lord and all the officers practically doted over him. He has always had servants running to and fro, doing everything for him. He's always had a bed to sleep in, friendly people to talk to, a family - adopted, but still a family. There would not have been much difference had he been raised in Heaven and I in Hell.
And then how he thinks that he's nothing but a problem. Admitted, he can be quite a nuisance, but everyone is entitled to their own faults, however prominent they may be. He's completely convinced that he causes solely pain for all with whom he comes in contact, but the truth is that it's untrue until he starts talking like that. What hurts everyone is that he believes himself to be the cause of their hurt. I've tried to tell him that countless times, but to no avail.
Though the thing that still baffles me the most is that he maintains that you cannot teach a demon to love- his flimsy excuse for holding us all in contempt. "Can't teach a demon to love," my ass. And what exactly does he think I am? I love these people who have so openly accepted me, I love my new home... I think I may even love him. Of course, I can't tell him that, because he would only hate me too. It's all quite ironic, really. So for now, I'll go on pretending to hate him, if that's what it takes, but I don't think I'll be able to keep up this facade for long, so he'd better hurry up and come to his senses.
