So, if you are at all wondering why I can't simply leave you be... I would guess the reason has its foundations there. In those parallels... and those injustices.
You were used... and you were discarded. And that bothers me.
[He rests the hoe on the ground, surveying the plot of broken, churned up ground. It's not the whole of the garden by far, but it's enough to start.
He returns to the wheelbarrow, trading the hoe for a trowel full of fertilizer. Working slowly and carefully, he scatters the granules evenly over the fresh bed.]
I have very little concern for the destruction I have wrought here, or the mess I am continuing to make. It would not be unfair of you to view me in the same light as all the others in your life who have used you for their own ends. I accept that, and I am fine with it. If you could reach the point of hating me, you would at least be feeling something.
... I don't honestly expect it. What I expect is that you will simply continue as you are, sunk in the despair of being unable to die, and likewise being unable to live. Waiting for the one person who promised miracles to bring one to you, too.
I do not expect anything I do to change that. But it's precisely for that reason that I will do as I will.
As far as I can see, you are already lost. Nothing I do will make that worse.
Re: The Garden Plots - B Side
You were used... and you were discarded. And that bothers me.
[He rests the hoe on the ground, surveying the plot of broken, churned up ground. It's not the whole of the garden by far, but it's enough to start.
He returns to the wheelbarrow, trading the hoe for a trowel full of fertilizer. Working slowly and carefully, he scatters the granules evenly over the fresh bed.]
I have very little concern for the destruction I have wrought here, or the mess I am continuing to make. It would not be unfair of you to view me in the same light as all the others in your life who have used you for their own ends. I accept that, and I am fine with it. If you could reach the point of hating me, you would at least be feeling something.
... I don't honestly expect it. What I expect is that you will simply continue as you are, sunk in the despair of being unable to die, and likewise being unable to live. Waiting for the one person who promised miracles to bring one to you, too.
I do not expect anything I do to change that. But it's precisely for that reason that I will do as I will.
As far as I can see, you are already lost. Nothing I do will make that worse.
Re: The Garden Plots - B Side
Are you talkin' to me out there??
[He's staying in the boundaries of his room, but he's still gazing out at Satin with a decidedly unimpressed expression.]