Do you ever step outside at the beginning of the night and for a second, forget everything and everyone around you? Look up, no matter where you are, and see the stars? Do you remember being human? I want to hear about it.
I was thinking about you "after all this time", because, as I told you, you haunt me. Around every corner and to my very core. No matter how long I forget you or everyone around me, when reality comes back, your name is the whisper on everyone's tongue.
From: Hamlet
Subject: RE: RE: I'm not what you think I am
Message:
Is that really why you'll tell me? Only because I bought you in the first auction and you owe me? Haha.
That stings a little. I thought we shared a common bond?
Besides, I must be able to subconsciously sniff out your lineage or feel your blood in theirs, no matter how diluted. One of them always sends me back to you. (Either that or you procreate too much for your own good. But let's be friends and pretend that out of the hundreds of others of our kind, I'm always a little fond of yours.)
Pratt wouldn't let me shake him off and now I've met Kenny, Doc's progeny. "Doc", who belongs to you. How many more are there? All boys? Pourquoi, pourquoi, pourquoi? How many of them have I seen in passing and never knew? Maybe under different circumstances, you would have been my Maker. You were there that night, remember? Pratt told me and it's one thing that's hard for me to forget. The universe decided you would be there. So maybe something else.
From: Pi dArtois
Subject: RE: You say so much
Message: After all this time. I can`t help but wonder where it is going to lead.
I am a private person, and yes, only if you ask, right now, in these two nights you can claim from me, would I tell you any part of what I was before I became what I am.
I was there the night. I doubt we would have been more than what we are now. Fate doesn`t work in `what ifs` but deals in `right now` - we aren`t a sliding door of six degree separated decisions. You are, what someone else has made of you and I am only a detour on your journey.
The universe decided many things that night, none of them about you and me.
You have me spouting near philosophy. That`s intriguing. Not very me.
Pratt is mine. Doc is mine. But neither of them are mine at all, nor would they claim me if you asked. So is Tyler and Elliot and Ash and Mathias, Jaeger, Tyler and Cartis. All men. Je ne sais pas pourquoi.