SirenCymbaline

Damn. I didn't realize that James was the bashful sort. I usually got a sense of satisfaction from making people blush, and that feeling was not entirely absent in this ...

I pointed at my new best friend as of a whole thirty minutes or so. ''See? Right there!'' I yelled triumphantly. ''That'sh more than selflesh, it'sh downright heroic. How can't, ...

''Why...why do you have to be so right?" I whispered croakily. Had I been sober, I would have been moderately pissed at James for making such a compelling argument for ...

''That's very sweet of you." I said quietly, before looking away. "I chose.... to leave them. No-one forced me to deprive my parents of the only son they had left. ...

I coughed, and laughed hoarsely. "No, no. Don't, don't feel responshible for me. All I do to forget them... I deserve everything that happensh to me. Especially, especially thish." Although ...

I coughed heavily, trying to muster up some semblance of coherency. ''Boris.'' I was able to say, before another onslaught of sorrow forced its way into my throat again. It ...

'Maybe it's better this way.' That was the sentiment that hit me the hardest. I didn't know what my family thought about me, but I hoped that they thought of ...

''See, you have the world. The whole world, or whatever that meansh. I started thish whole mess,'' I gestured at myself as I uttered those last two words, ''becaush I ...

I spluttered out something that vaguely resembled laughter. ''Hah! me too.'' I took a second to gather myself. ''Shit. Sorry, that was inapper...innaproperate. Did ye have a choice in the ...

''Go on then, tell me, then, you perferfectionisht, you. Tell me what you did. We'll shee if yer that bad.'' I said, confident that whatever he said, I'd be able ...

It actually took me a moment to notice that Astrid had left to comfort some broken down man from a table down. I did miss her company, admittedly, but I ...

Siren frowned in thought. "But you two, and me, especially you two by the looksa things, we've almost died a few times before. Maybe got closer'n this, even. So why ...

The coversation devolved into spirals of unfamilar jargon, which led me to question why I was here talking to strangers when I could instead be talking to an almost stranger ...

I stared, bewitched by the projection on the wall. There really was nothing to compare it to. Was it- was it real? Was it recorded from Rose's memory? As authentic ...

''...Yes.'' she said meekly. She was still a mite embarrassed about having the least cool near-death story in the group.