[ (... Boredom, fine. He can have that-- something about how sadness makes happiness sweeter, or whatever. You never cared for that. But there's still something that bothers you about it... besides any kind of end, maybe more what
oh
what'll cause it, maybe. Yeah. That feels right.)
Siffrin presses their palms harder against G'raha's face. Quiet, staring, as if trying to put the words in order. ]
... Raha, um. It shouldn't... be when we're tired, I think. That isn't good. When... we're content, is better.
[ Tired-- feels bad, to them. How can someone be tired of life? Tired of the same thing, over and over again, surely-- but it shouldn't... not like that, they think. They hope it comes across.
No, maybe content isn't right either? ]
I won't let you tire. [ Repeated, again. ] I want you to be satisfied instead. And then maybe I could do it. [ maybe. ] So you're smiling, not... languishing. Like a flower wilting on the vine.
[ Is such a clumsy way to put it, but. They're trying. Stars, they're trying. ]
suicide ideation
oh
what'll cause it, maybe. Yeah. That feels right.)
Siffrin presses their palms harder against G'raha's face. Quiet, staring, as if trying to put the words in order. ]
... Raha, um. It shouldn't... be when we're tired, I think. That isn't good. When... we're content, is better.
[ Tired-- feels bad, to them. How can someone be tired of life? Tired of the same thing, over and over again, surely-- but it shouldn't... not like that, they think. They hope it comes across.
No, maybe content isn't right either? ]
I won't let you tire. [ Repeated, again. ] I want you to be satisfied instead. And then maybe I could do it. [ maybe. ] So you're smiling, not... languishing. Like a flower wilting on the vine.
[ Is such a clumsy way to put it, but. They're trying. Stars, they're trying. ]