Of course, such anger... would you have us deny ourselves this feeling too?

You imply that I've had you stifle other such emotions.

No, not you... at least you've the kindness to leave us alone in that respect. Not you. A host of others, though. We've sat back, played our parts, kept our noses as clean as they're getting, and still we are not able to hold to the few simple things that keep us sane.

They all try to push our anger away, to hide from it.

They don't know where it comes from and so they try to make it go away.

They don't understand.

He doesn't understand.

And so you're on here yet again, thinking to find comfort in the same place you so recently found anger?

That's a laugh. We had the anger from the moment we saw that letter.

Speak for yourself, please.

Fine, ~I~ had the anger from there. Everyone else just picked it up as we went along.

No secrets.

No time to correct, to change.

No praise.

No curiousity about the things that matter.

Too much curiousity about the things that don't.

...Hold it. You're back? When did that happen?

We'll discuss that later. You're interrupting. Back off.

For that matter, I want to know when you found that kind of a spine, but yes, we'll talk later. In depth. Pray, continue.

No recognition.

No way to help.

No useful way to hurt.

Nothing for us, nothing to make it right.

And why, exactly, is that?

We don't want words. Just strong arms and deep eyes and that tiny flinch when we move suddenly, the certainty that whoever we look at, whoever looks at us, knows us.

ALL of us.

So... basically, you're just complaining because you feel left out, or ignored, or flat-out lonely.

*rolls her eyes*

Or misunderstood, I suppose. I'll give you that.

So, apparently, will everyone else who matters. At least we've still a few ways to shred their hearts as quickly and easily as ours turn to tatters. It's good to be reassured of that. It makes us - or at least me - feel real again. Gives me somewhere to stand where I can take care of us, since no one else seems to be doing so.

Ahem.

*growls under her breath, shaking her head*

Back down, you two. One of you is only good in person and one of you... now's as good a time for this conversation as any, why ARE you back?

I've been flitering back for a while... ever since I realized that the rest of you haven't been taking proper care of what was Mine. What IS Mine, as of now.

That explains last night rather well, actually. I'd been wondering where that sudden burst of protectiveness came from - it certainly wasn't from its usual source.

*shrugs, looking undisturbed by this latest addition*

Still. When we disposed of the littlest one, I'd thought you went too, part of the whole package.

I did. I'm back now. And it really isn't any of your business as to why, might I add.

Damn. She's got balls now.

Yours, apparently. *smirks*

Children, please. We've time for this later, not now. There is still a rather nasty mood swing that you could really do without.

It will be taken care of. When the boy returns home, the last edges will be polished off... and until then, rest and painkillers and something to eat will help, of course.

It's so weird seeing you being the responsible one and the voice of reason. Must be Sweeps Week somewhere.

There are still a few things unsettled and unexplained.

Aye, there are. And they'll stay that way. This journal, at least, is somewhere untainted by any need to clarify things. This is just us.

As it should be.

I still wish there was some way to explain it to the ones who matter.

If they matter that much, either they'll figure it out or we'll get over it. Life works out.

Coming from you, that's rather a laugh... little shadow puppet.

*cringes, shaking her head*

That's enough. Close this down for now, you can talk about it later.