What are you talking about? [How the hell is he going to keep this up? It seems almost stupid to try, but. He doesn't want to submit and let Owen know that he's right. At least about the dying part, that is.]
Do I even get a year? Six months? Do I get until the end of January? You've all been beating around the bush and hiding this bullshit from me as best you can, I think I deserve to be able to do the same!
For the love of god, Owen. Don't you think there's a reason that we might not've told you about it right off the bat? Do you think we enjoy it, hm? D'you think we get some sort of kick out of trying to lie to you about this, about avoiding all your questions? Would you rather it'd been the first thing to come out of our mouths when we saw you on here?
"Hello, Owen. It's really very nice to see you on here, considering the fact that you're dead where we are." Is that what you really wanted to hear? Is it?
And you got what you wanted to know. Are you happy now? That you've forced it out of me? Do you need me to say it again?
You died. You're not here in the future, because you're dead. And it's horrible, and we all miss you terribly, even me, even though you're an absolute nightmare to me most of the time, I miss having you around, and I didn't want to say that to you because there's nothing to do about it, and it bloody well sucks, but there you are. Since you wanted to hear it so badly.
It was a long time ago for you. Nostalgia has a way of making even the shittiest people look good. Look at how I do things and tell me honestly that you could miss it.
I do. God help me, I honestly do. You... You might not even be far enough along in the scheme of things to even notice me, but. We did get along, you and I. Or we will. We do.
Just be glad you didn't get some sort of video of what's to come posted through a virus or something. It's done that before. At least you figured it out before something like that happened. As horrible as it is that you've figured it out.
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Date: 2010-10-18 08:12 am (UTC)For the love of god, Owen. Don't you think there's a reason that we might not've told you about it right off the bat? Do you think we enjoy it, hm? D'you think we get some sort of kick out of trying to lie to you about this, about avoiding all your questions? Would you rather it'd been the first thing to come out of our mouths when we saw you on here?
"Hello, Owen. It's really very nice to see you on here, considering the fact that you're dead where we are." Is that what you really wanted to hear? Is it?
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Date: 2010-10-18 04:55 pm (UTC)You died. You're not here in the future, because you're dead. And it's horrible, and we all miss you terribly, even me, even though you're an absolute nightmare to me most of the time, I miss having you around, and I didn't want to say that to you because there's nothing to do about it, and it bloody well sucks, but there you are. Since you wanted to hear it so badly.
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