connections are tenuous at best for me
as a child, the world taught me that we are on our own, that trusting others will lead to stolen blankets and kicked in ribs
as a youth, it taught me that even people who care for you will leave you, regardless of the ways their eyes sparkles and how honeyed their words are
and now, as an adult, i feel. . .uncertain
i learned repeatedly that the only person i can rely on is myself. it has been something consistent for as far as i can remember
and to a degree, i still believe this
yet I find myself lingering on the safety of this crew
i lost an arm in an attempt to protect Grim
i mentioned to them my fear of the Madame despite the danger that knowledge posed
i. . .i told Sparkos of my dream to discover my past
At the end of the day I do not want them to die
. . .
Apparently it does not matter