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[splittinghares]

@jumpinagain — continued from here.

spending so much of your existence telling stories no one would ever believe has worn hare down, cut them right to the nerve. none of the stories they had been forced to endure cling to the minds of anyone they could possibly find comfort, camaraderie in. after averting tragedy astride the invincible, hare expected the very same — and was given false hope by the head engineer’s earnest gratitude. false, of course, because of how adamant he has been since their landing that the life-altering experience they shared together, we went through that together, TOGETHER! was naught but a not-good, very-bad dream.

it makes hare want to die.

unending faith starts and ends when the captain cries out to be believed, apparently. when they pound at the walls, screaming, crying, wailing for release from the prison of their own mind. it’s almost too much to bear. it is too much to bear, sometimes. most times. i just need this one thing from you, is it too much to ask? maybe it is. fuck if it isn’t selfish to demand someone else live in such a space, right? isn’t it better for him to be ignorant, happy, free?

get away from me, before i drag you under with me. A GOOD CAPTAIN GOES DOWN WITH THEIR SHIP! some captain i am.

and yet, the two of you simply cannot escape your origins. your staunch dedication is going to be your downfall, and hare knows it. they know it as well as they know themself — something that would’ve meant nothing if said before, but holds far more water now, as their epilogue finally allows hare to take a shape that those around them — including themself — can find far more stability in. however, the peaceful mask that they are able to adorn is just that: costuming. window-dressing. iconography meant to represent something more, but the exact idea it was meant to embody was lost long ago.

mark, are you sure you know who you are, or are you just reading the notes on the margins of the script? are you being obtuse, or do you mean what you seem to be implying? above all, can hare afford to hope? they decide they cannot. it’s far too much to bear. they were already let down once. the light in your eyes is false, lit by a forest fire the two of you left behind lifetimes ago. it makes them want to scream. but they don’t. instead, they inhale, silently, through their nose. no, mark — you really don’t want to come closer. you don’t want to know what they’re hiding. you wouldn’t believe them, anyway.

[ IT’S NOT ABOUT ME LETTING YOU, ] they reply, eventually, after a pause. they don’t want to admit to their dodgy behavior, because they feel like this isn’t about them, about that. [ I JUST NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU’VE GOT CHOICES IN THIS WORLD. AND I WANT YOU TO MAKE THEM. YOU DESERVE TO BE ABLE TO CUT YOUR OWN PATH. ]