Feel Flattered Or ~Flattered~ Which I Have Discerned Is The Opposite Of Flatter I Find Your Conversation Engaging And Refreshing And I Dont Want To Im Not Entirely Sure What I Dont Want To Do Actually Just That I Probably Am Right Now
[So many people you don't even know maaaaaan the peasants here]
Reality Is To An Extent Built By Others Thoughts Isnt It For Instance If You Were Invisible It Would Not Mean You Actually Didnt Exist But Other People Would Still Ignore You So Your Existence Would Still Be Compromised
[Good God, she's starting to remember the tangled web of reality and weird, dream-like flashes that came with Instrumentality. All of the horrible truths about herself that she was forced to look at.
It's not something she likes remembering. She stays curled up on her bed for a few minutes before adding:]
not that dying would be great or anything stupid like that.
[Mood: plummeting. She's stuck in this weird space between wanting to keep on existing and wishing she could curl up into a ball and just stop.]
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In This Case My Mimicry Was Ironic And Deliberate
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Wow, I feel so ~flattered~
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"Way" mostly meaning "thing for"]
Dont
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Don't what?
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Or ~Flattered~ Which I Have Discerned Is The Opposite Of Flatter
I Find Your Conversation Engaging And Refreshing And I Dont Want To
Im Not Entirely Sure What I Dont Want To Do Actually
Just That I Probably Am Right Now
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[Wait a second - there's another stall on Asuka's side and her next message comes timestamped a few minutes later.]
You think I'm engaging?
[Well, that does a bit for her (admittedly horrible) self-image.]
I mean, I am, of course.
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What Else Would I Still Be Doing Here After This Amount Of Time
[After all it's been over 100 comments, how many minutes does that translate into
Sent with not a stall necessarily, but still as a separate message--]
I Havent Been Putting Forth The Affect Of Disengagement Have I
This Is A Genuine Question
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[Hooray for visible user IDs.
Well, Asuka's just been bored and killing time on the network is better than going out and actually facing the world and trying to deal with trauma.]
I don't think so. Why is that important?
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I Just Didnt Want To Give Off An Inaccurate Impression
Its Reassuring To Know Im Not
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Why do you care what other people think about you?
[That's a dismal lack of self-awareness from Asuka right there.]
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Reality Is To An Extent
Built By Others Thoughts Isnt It
For Instance If You Were Invisible It Would Not Mean You Actually Didnt Exist
But Other People Would Still Ignore You So Your Existence Would Still Be Compromised
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Also, holy crap Kanaya, way to hit her where it hurts.]
If no one knows you exist, maybe it'd be better if you didn't.
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Thats Not What Id Consider The Moral Of The Analogy
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[Good God, she's starting to remember the tangled web of reality and weird, dream-like flashes that came with Instrumentality. All of the horrible truths about herself that she was forced to look at.
It's not something she likes remembering. She stays curled up on her bed for a few minutes before adding:]
not that dying would be great or anything stupid like that.
[Mood: plummeting. She's stuck in this weird space between wanting to keep on existing and wishing she could curl up into a ball and just stop.]
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[Though now she's thinking about how dubious her own success in this regard has been GREAT...]
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People should want me for being me! Why do I have to go to them for approval?
[And yet, she does it anyway.]
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People are stupid, anyway. I shouldn't need them.
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