| Izaya Orihara | 折原臨也 ( @ 2010-07-22 00:28:00 |
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I made a mistake.
[Worst possible situation? Almost. I'm sure it could always be worse. But not much. In the end, it's technically Kimblee's fault. But I can't be mad at him. It's that little blond jailbait that pisses me off.
And to top it all off, Ema...my child...
What am I going to do? Instinct tells me I should just give it up and run away. Run away from this place and never look back. That's what I always do after all.
But I don't know why I'm hesitating. I'm hesitating to run away, and I'm hesitating to retaliate. It's not like me. I know what I can do -- I can wipe him out without laying a finger on him if I so please. All it would take is some goading. He walked right into it before, and if Kimblee and Daryan hadn't caught wind of it early enough, he'd already be toast.
It wouldn't be too hard to push him to that point again. He's a smart kid, but he's also weak. He's gone through a lot in his life. He'd been at his breaking point for a long time and I pushed him over the edge. He's been able to recover somewhat, but that was a staggering blow. It wouldn't take as much this time.
So, if I know this much why don't I just do it? It's not going to fix the things people have learned about me, but it would take care of him and all chances of him causing me problems in the future. It would be my revenge, even.
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Is is that Kimblee cares about him? Is that why I'm hesitating? That's bogus. It's never stopped me before. In fact, that was the very reason I hurt him before. Because Kimblee cares about him.
Maybe Kimblee was right...maybe Lon has been a "good influence" on me. I don't know if I like it. I can't gain my control back this way. At this rate, everyone will know all my innermost thoughts. Nothing is safe to say out loud. There's no one I can trust. Not even Kimblee. Who knows who might be listening? Who knows what he might say if pushed too far?
That's all there is to it. If I can't take him out, if I can't run away, then I have to stop this before it destroys me. Before it destroys the image I have created of myself. No more sharing feelings, no more sweet nothings, no more talking to Lon about personal things. I'm done.]
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[There's nothing I can say to these people. I just have to let their judgments come. That's all I can do.]