#𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲*

[aoitakumi8148]

...I'm on my knees, waiting for the sound... So lift me up, I'll never let you down...

[v.1-v.6] Some gaps left to fill ✏/✏

𝐼𝓉 𝒟𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝑒 𝐼𝒻... 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐼𝓉 𝒟𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉...

The Creator someway lifts the GC [not for 𝟙, many]. The Workshop Tower Stalkers/The Venigni Works... ✒ Do not appear to pay proper attention to monitoring the regulations intended to ‘rectify puppets’. ✒ Lorenzini is fully credited for a few innovations he is not supposed to: ☒ The Grand Covenant. ☒ The Landmark Guide [prepared by Medoro]. 𝒫.𝒮. ‘Self-presentation’-eccentricity as a ‘coping mechanism’ due to the parents murder, I assume.

Romeo ‘designed’ as the KOP is originally a ‘red herring’. He is bold enough to... ✒ Address a puppet with a familiar face by a familiar but false name, time after time. 𝒫.𝒮. Which is understandable, all things considered [at least I pretend it is]. ✒ Attempt to ‘open the boy's eyes’ x convert him into a ‘follower’. 𝒫.𝒮. Give me a fable this unwilling ‘leader position’ does not turn out to be at all beneficial. ✒ Induce 1 to view his closest soul as ‘the real enemy’. 𝒫.𝒮. Give me a fable you remember Carlo, but not who his Father is.

Manus is able to read minds. He seemingly suggests that... ✒ A randomly captured fragment of thought is a sufficient ground to draw conclusions about sorts. 𝒫.𝒮. With the context-details excluded, it isn't worth a hill of beans.

Venigni is afraid of ‘another Arlecchino’. The man misuses this ‘trump card’... ✒ To prove both the ‘culpability’ of the 𝕏 he marks ‘the culprit’ & the necessity of the 𝟜. The issue is... ✒ These shall contain those who ‘cannot handle their Ego’ [as Lorenzini calls it]. ✒ Yet they also deprive puppets of the possibilities to: ☒ Regain the forgotten memories. ☒ ‘Awake’ some new personality [with/without any ‘antisocial tendencies’]. 𝒫.𝒮. Naturally ~ no measure ‘goes unpaid’, the ‘greater good’ isn't for everybody.

Sofia expects 𝓟 to take his human shape. She keeps beating around the bush... ✒ ‘Acting’ like a parent I have not ever asked for. ✒ ‘Singing’ about ‘saving’ the place x ‘supporting’ the 𝓟uppet's ‘choices’ x ‘staying’ with him ‘forever’. 𝒫.𝒮. A ‘saint goddess’ whose powers, however, leave her utterly oblivious to what life and future I seek.

It is fine if I'm gone... but it pains me tormentingly to see a sweet but strange organism beside you, to feel the cooling blood on my skin, to imagine what we could have become. it is painful to know for sure: no matter how passionate this ardor is, I cannot jump at the dearest neck, I cannot preserve neither our intimate comparability nor the ‹chemical wave›.

There's no pain I wouldn't go through to keep you save & sound... No pain stronger than accepting the words of thanks covered by your ‹red liquid›, listening to the happy tales of ‹fortune›/‹healing›... when the human more precious than me, keeping me on my feet ~ has stopped breathing. It is not the Creator who ‹brings it on himself›, it is our shared burden of...