[ she reads over everything else he has to say - all of it. and it's kind of a lot? but... she wants to offer what she can. more than anything. so she thinks, and she thinks, and a few minutes later she finally types the rest of her response. ]
and maybe you can.
it's not the same here. i can't promise that much things feel different, and there aren't any radios, and maybe god can't even see where we are. but i'm the devil. right? i am the devil, and that doesn't change in a space station or a summer camp or anywhere.
so... maybe it's not the same. maybe i can't make your blood unwind, or your skin hatch, or the tar melt out of you until you run clean? even if i wish i could. so bad. so bad it kind of hurts to even think about? i wish i could reach inside you and just... pull all the parts hurting you away. until you're crisp and clear and everything feels right.
but if i can't do that, i can at least listen. and try to help. right?
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[ she reads over everything else he has to say - all of it. and it's kind of a lot? but... she wants to offer what she can. more than anything. so she thinks, and she thinks, and a few minutes later she finally types the rest of her response. ]
and
maybe you can.
it's not the same here. i can't promise that much
things feel different, and there aren't any radios, and maybe god can't even see where we are.
but i'm the devil. right?
i am the devil, and that doesn't change in a space station or a summer camp or anywhere.
so... maybe it's not the same.
maybe i can't make your blood unwind, or your skin hatch, or the tar melt out of you until you run clean?
even if i wish i could. so bad.
so bad it kind of hurts to even think about?
i wish i could reach inside you and just... pull all the parts hurting you away.
until you're crisp and clear and everything feels right.
but if i can't do that, i can at least listen. and try to help. right?