Who are you, really?
Muse: Danny
The Atoner
The voice hums softly. "Not everyone is unforgivable, you know." "I don't think that's true." You laugh, a tight noise stuck in your throat. "But it is," the voice continues, softer this time. "And I hope you realise that." — You've done something unforgivable. And we've all been there, sure— but the guilt's eating away at you and you don't know what's gonna' kill you first. Retribution is just out of your reach, and you can only pray for a second chance. All I'm going to say is that you're not a bad person, and you're working hard on being better. And I think you're doing fine.
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I can still smell the fire;
Even though it's long died out...
The smoke still hangs in my hair;
And on some quiet evenings it burns my eyes...
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Danny: I want compliments and attention
Someone: [gives him compliments and attention]
Danny, trembling slightly: what the hell
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