[Do you get tired, she asks, and it's one of those times where someone has a stick and they're able to poke all the way inside him. Push at the jelly-like core of his heart, covered in scars and layers of metal and glass like a white hot knife. He told himself a few lifetimes ago to try and not think about it anymore, because the inescapable reality of everything never ending is often too much to bear. He does get tired. Very, very tired.
He doesn't answer immediately. It's also one of those times where he's sharing something with someone he hasn't shared before. Trying to explain his predicament to people who aren't affected never bodes well - he is crazy, he is tripping, he's a goddamn witch so ready the stake. He's been murdered, he's died of sickness and misadventure, of overdoses and...]
Once or twice.
[Sometimes you just need out. For any reason.]
Sometimes my rolls of the dice weren't the best, when it came to the lives I've lived.
cw: suicide mentions
He doesn't answer immediately. It's also one of those times where he's sharing something with someone he hasn't shared before. Trying to explain his predicament to people who aren't affected never bodes well - he is crazy, he is tripping, he's a goddamn witch so ready the stake. He's been murdered, he's died of sickness and misadventure, of overdoses and...]
Once or twice.
[Sometimes you just need out. For any reason.]
Sometimes my rolls of the dice weren't the best, when it came to the lives I've lived.