Does it matter, when the people who die so I can live want to live just as much?
[ Maika's brow furrows at that, and she scuffs a boot restlessly and leans back in her chair. She hates giving words that sound like excuses.
But... it's not like she's never thought about this, either. She has answers upon answers. ]
...There's something the poets say. "There's more hunger in the world than love." That's probably true. But... I still think there's more to the world than that. There's more to me than just hunger and death. I'm not good. But as long as I exist, I can make people even worse than me regret trying to put more pain and misery into a world that doesn't need any more of that shit. Maybe that would make up for something.
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[ Maika's brow furrows at that, and she scuffs a boot restlessly and leans back in her chair. She hates giving words that sound like excuses.
But... it's not like she's never thought about this, either. She has answers upon answers. ]
...There's something the poets say. "There's more hunger in the world than love." That's probably true. But... I still think there's more to the world than that. There's more to me than just hunger and death. I'm not good. But as long as I exist, I can make people even worse than me regret trying to put more pain and misery into a world that doesn't need any more of that shit. Maybe that would make up for something.