𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇.

i'm glad you were born——and i’m so glad i got to meet you.

Just stories in the end. Hm. I’ve been called that before, but it’s never sounded so much like a compliment. Is there something you’d like me to call you?

I’ve never been a fan of pre-determination myself. I find that more easy to follow than I am comfortable with. And yes, as much as any personification of the concept would be. A different face for a different place is what I perceive.

A hopeful notion. Don’t make me spell out the obvious, I wouldn’t insult your intelligence that way. You’re her. But you’re not /my/ version of her. You seem a bit more… abstract.

Then we will see each other when the last light dims and life abandons all. Perhaps you’ll be allowed to claim me at last then. Amusing, but you know my meaning. You and I should not be talking, yet we are.

An interesting way to describe her. One I’m sure she’d disagree with. It’s true, the duality of that scale is no different than many others but I find myself skewed toward one end. You are familiar to me yet entirely unknown. A name seems a trifling thing to ask, so instead —

True enough, though I admit I would think myself the last one you’d answer had I called. I have not made myself a friend to your work.

An unlikely occurrence.

I don't kiss and tell.

The 13th? Always.

I reckon so.

Good for nothing but dying.

Can’t a fella want a bit of company?

Oh here we go. Up is also down, an’ all that. Does a pint of proper good lager count? S’bout where I’m headed.

Rude. He’s been at this since the 90s, put respect on the game! “Preposterous! I haven’t done anything! You have no evidence! I want a lawyer! Pay no attention to the giant hole in my forehead! ‘Tis but a scratch!”