Thread:Kat2wind2archer/@comment-31191359-20171007011410/@comment-27070860-20171031212824

''Kerińe Lieśćen. ''

Kerińe Lieśćen.

Kerińe Lieśćen.

Kerińe Lieśćen.

"...Thank you..."

But those are just empty words; those are made up words, those doesn't even exist-

Where's my decisions, why'd I pick up the BDK plushie, why'd I stay in place when one dragon was fighting the other? Was any of this my choice? Was anything I did here my decision?

It is, it is-

Wait-

Why'd I even walk through the doors into the haunted house?

What... what was I even doing before entering this cursed building?

I have no idea. Who was I? Who am I right now? Why'd I even walk through the doors of this house?

I stare at the dragon for a moment.

Was it bad?

Was it good?

Does good and bad even exist?

Does... free will even exist?

I stare at the black dragon. They're different from the one who tried to kill me.

Different eyes, no bandages.

But they had the same claws, the same scaled and the same smell-

I don't exist, do I?

I'm not an actual character, am I?

I'm not free willed, am I?

You're not.

"You're welcome" I respond to the dragon.

But do I mean it?

Should I even mean it?

Should I have helped this ‘thing’?

It doesn’t matter anymore, what’s happened has happened.

It’s not like I had any choice to do otherwise.