week 7, wednesday

[vigilantics]

[ oh how the turnstables

anyway, they are now at belph's room. she will set the pot down carefully before turning her attention to him. ]

Let me see the injuries.

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[axilium]

[...

he tilts his head, smiling.]

To be honest... nowadays, I think I pity him more than I hate him. [...] My dad was the world to him. I get the feeling he's trying to find him in me—in which case, he's chasing after something he can never get back.

[no matter how similar he and his father may be—in ways that his uncle didn't wish they were, probably—he's no one else but himself. for better, or for worse.]

While he's a terrible person, I've never wished any harm against him and I don't think I ever will. We just... want very different things out of life.

[really, belph just wants for his uncle to live his life, and for him to have the right to live his own.]

[vigilantics]

That doesn't mean you have to go back to him. He can do whatever he wants on his own. Without you.

[ she very, very distinctly remembers belph admitting that he would probably kill himself if he went back home. ]

What happened then... and here... isn't all that there is for you.

[axilium]

[...

he doesn't say anything to that. honestly, ever since the well granted his wish? his life here has been nothing but a tool to ensure a happy ending for everyone else. at this point, he doesn't know if he can even fathom living beyond this—what else there is to him.]

[vigilantics]

[ at least, she knows that it's going to take a long time for him to start believing otherwise. ]

You'll see, Belph.