Paradise was a lie.
Death was a lie.
Everything.

I think I’m getting rid off this account— for real this time. Because I’m almost never here, and when I am, I do practically nothing. In other words, it’s quite useless, to me, to everyone. I don’t feel like taking up space on everyone’s dash for nothing any more, though I love Leto and the Troupé very, very much.
Please don’t hate me(?)

—And there I thought I had a weird definition of friendship.
;remains huddled in his marquee.
;huddles next to.
You have to go soon, don’t you..?
;fragile arms drape around the younger.

Yeah.
;leans against, resting his head on the other’s shoulder.