( she hesitates for a moment. because not all the comparisons are flattering. but as she starts, she begins watering the flowers. )
... I grew up in a small village, with a weak and brittle body. I wanted to know everything I could, because it was interesting- and... because I wanted to make life better for cookies like me.
I wound up attending an academy. Your academy. And I found... your work, but marked with a lily. It felt like destiny, in a sense. ( and destiny is the sword of damocles, especially to idealistic children who won't see it for what it is. ) ... I kept searching for knowledge, for truths I wasn't meant to know.
The things I've learned have hurt people. But... I love them all the same. I always will.
[The headmaster of the Blueberry Yogurt academy, yes, he remembers this version of himself, this shard. He actually has a lot of fond memories of being that person. Of getting to walk among excited students, of being there to personally mold young minds. He was allowed then, under that guise, to become a little more himself.]
[When his corruption started to seep in visibly, he had relinquished that school to the hands of his successor, and had entrusted it from then on. For it to have lived all this time ...it's a legacy he can be proud of, he thinks.]
How curious, that lily...
[The flower had caught his fancy, for sure, but did something drive him, too? he wonders, and for once, he hasn't the answer.]
Truth ...it can be painful, yes. Knowledge, too, can bite like the end of a sharp blade. I ...am sorry that the Knowledge has caused you pain. That I cannot offer you the fleeting salve of Deceit to ease it.
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( she hesitates for a moment. because not all the comparisons are flattering. but as she starts, she begins watering the flowers. )
... I grew up in a small village, with a weak and brittle body. I wanted to know everything I could, because it was interesting- and... because I wanted to make life better for cookies like me.
I wound up attending an academy. Your academy. And I found... your work, but marked with a lily. It felt like destiny, in a sense. ( and destiny is the sword of damocles, especially to idealistic children who won't see it for what it is. ) ... I kept searching for knowledge, for truths I wasn't meant to know.
The things I've learned have hurt people. But... I love them all the same. I always will.
I'd die for them, without question.
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[When his corruption started to seep in visibly, he had relinquished that school to the hands of his successor, and had entrusted it from then on. For it to have lived all this time ...it's a legacy he can be proud of, he thinks.]
How curious, that lily...
[The flower had caught his fancy, for sure, but did something drive him, too? he wonders, and for once, he hasn't the answer.]
Truth ...it can be painful, yes. Knowledge, too, can bite like the end of a sharp blade. I ...am sorry that the Knowledge has caused you pain. That I cannot offer you the fleeting salve of Deceit to ease it.
[Doing so would likely hurt them both.]
I admire your will, to carve out your own path.