[Patterns and logic can be the cruelest world's safest refuge. It was one of the earliest lessons L learned, and he speaks like someone who's unambiguously telling truth, though necessity dictates it can't always be his habit.
Everyone, he believes, is mad and broken and uniquely miserable. It's just a matter of who hides it the most artfully. He considers himself skilled, passing all of it off as mere eccentricity when there's some devouring beast hidden at the bottom of a black pit... but maybe he's biased. Maybe these things come in degrees and gradients, and he doesn't wear a disguise nearly as clever as he believes he does.
Does Myr ever feel the weight of that disguise? Is it a relief to finally let the mask fall away, even if he seems overcome in a way that L is in no way equipped to comfort with true and graceful compassion?
He's silent for several heavy, thoughtful seconds. Enough time to take another drink, and really give proper thought to how he wants to continue this conversation.]
Why did you have to?
[The assumption, without question, is that it was utterly necessary under Myr's circumstances.]
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Everyone, he believes, is mad and broken and uniquely miserable. It's just a matter of who hides it the most artfully. He considers himself skilled, passing all of it off as mere eccentricity when there's some devouring beast hidden at the bottom of a black pit... but maybe he's biased. Maybe these things come in degrees and gradients, and he doesn't wear a disguise nearly as clever as he believes he does.
Does Myr ever feel the weight of that disguise? Is it a relief to finally let the mask fall away, even if he seems overcome in a way that L is in no way equipped to comfort with true and graceful compassion?
He's silent for several heavy, thoughtful seconds. Enough time to take another drink, and really give proper thought to how he wants to continue this conversation.]
Why did you have to?
[The assumption, without question, is that it was utterly necessary under Myr's circumstances.]