So you’re one of those who possesses one of these astonishing abilities, huh? Being able to make others forget can possibly benefit you, too. I’ve got a power myself, you know…
I don’t just make people forget, I manipulate things. Memories, emotions… I suppose it comes in handy. Huh, you’re a shapeshifter? Impressive. Wonderful gift if you ever want to become a criminal, you know.
Those are the people who’ve never faced true tragedy, I bet. So, yeah, put me in the list of the more intelligent few. What about you? Given the chance, are there any memories you’d choose to pitch?
Most likely. There are a lot of memories that I’d rather not have, but it seems while I’m forced to remember, I can give everyone else a chance to forget. Ironic, really, when it’s not in my nature to help others…
Eastwick is actually shaping up to be more of an inspirational place than the last place. At least the residents here do take it upon themselves to continually fuck each other over and of course there are the occasional bloodied streets here and there. Keep up the good work, shit heads.
The way you seamlessly merge compliments and insults just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Are you talking about the gays? Or are you suggesting that…real life versions of Mona are in fact non-fiction?
Ah, you are incredibly amusing, did you know that? No, I’m not talking about the gays. You’re telling me that you have never noticed someone looking a little strange, with teeth a little too pointy and red stains on their clothes? You would make a terrible detective, y’know.
You mean the party kids that show their tits when intoxicated? Or something else? Besides, Mona is a cartoon. Everyone knows the only real cartoons are alive at Disney land.
Nope, not the kids that enjoy whacking out their genitals while on a night out. I meant the residents that keep to themselves, but because they’re clearly hiding something and not because they’re socially awkward. She may be a cartoon, but you’ve probably met about fifty Mona’s in your lifetime, and just haven’t realised.
I’ll buy you something real special to make up for it, It was a slip on my part. Our special guest pushed some buttons and I couldn’t take it out on him at the moment so I had relieve my self on other guests.
Ooh, I do like gifts. Relieve yourself? Sounds like someone’s been a very naughty boy. I’m so proud.
Don’t feel like you’re alone, alright? I’m sure I’m not the only one to have told you this, and I won’t be the last, because people do care about you, and want to see you happy.
Of course I’m fine, I’m always fine. Thanks for your concern though.
Oh no, I’m pretty alone, but that’s because I want to be. It never does any good to get too attached to people. Most of the people I know only want to see me happy if it benefits them in some way, but at least they don’t lie about it, so I suppose that’s a bonus.
I didn’t know that you experienced so much negativity, if I had known that, I wouldn’t have been pressuring you to be so blissful all the time. I’m sorry, Asia. Listen, if you ever need to have another sentimental conversation like this, you know I’m here, right? I know that you hate that sappy shit, but just know that if you’re ever having a recollection of all of the mayhem that occurred, I’m here for you. I told you, I have nothing that’s wrong with me; completely fine, I swear it.
Trust me when I say there won’t be another sentimental conversation. I can deal with the memories and nightmares on my own, so don’t worry about me. I’m fine.
Really, Nate? You’re completely fine? Nothing’s bothering you? Right. Okay. Well, don’t say I didn’t try.
I’m completely fine, Asia. It is your thing, isn’t it? Sorry for taking it then.
Why are you so uncaring then? I don’t truly understand why you put up such a harsh exterior; explain it to me.
You know what, fine. When you’ve seen a lot of fucked up things, you begin to realise that at the end of the day, everyone’s just out for themselves. That’s just how the world works. I spent years replacing memories of dying comrades and the pain people felt when half their body was blown off, with images of loved ones and the homes they had left. It was shitty, and I don’t intend to spend my life believing that everything’s all flowers and rainbows, because it just isn’t. There, I shared. Now it’s your turn, Nate.