Nonsense

I don’t always make sense. Actually, I wonder if I ever do.

That’s not a good thing. I know. You don’t have to rub it in my face until tears come out. Oh wait. You don’t do that. I wish you did.

I see you’re bringing her up again. I’m tired of talking about her.

Him? Why do you always want to hear about those two interchangeably?

Fine. I’ll tell you something you don’t want to hear.

She’s dead. He’s dead. They’re both gone now. Why bother knowing the whole story?

Want to know how she died?

The virus. It infected her systems. I suppose you could say it make her sick…though she was immune to most diseases.

It was impossible to extract. Oh wow. Now you’re going to cry?

Seriously? What’s the point of asking if you’re just going to sob at every little thing?

She didn’t even die from the virus. Don’t look at me with those eyes. I’m not telling you how she died.

I promised? Did I? I just asked if you wanted to know how she died. I made no such promise that I actually would.

Tomorrow I’ll tell you. When you’re ready.

Now go away. Have I ever told you how annoying you are? Never? Well you are extremely that.

Now hurry off. Protector is waiting. Go on.