Sunday

ARCHIVE POST THREE



Master Riki,
         I take that you are well rested after incident with the guards. You seem to be healthy and ready to fight again. Please, I beg of you, don’t injure yourself any further. Not that you should give up your rebellion, no. It’s not that, no, I just don’t want you to strangle yourself on the already short leash Master Iason is keeping you on.
         But what can I do? You are going to be in so much pain, mentally I mean, when all this is over; if this is over. I’m furniture for Jupiter’s sake, ha-ha-ha..! I’m sure you’ll be regretting everything that has ever happened. Master Riki, this is a thorny path you are taking. You do realize that you are supported by the invisible string of stubbornness and are so close to being broken, don’t you? I thought you would break in a matter’s time the first day I met you. Oh yes, I remember that day, you lashing out at me the few hours we were able to spend time together. The first year that we were put to use by Master Iason… The way you looked at me with those angry eyes as I obeyed our master’s every command. And yet, you haven’t broken. I won’t admit this out loud, but I admire that stubbornness because even though it is indeed holding you up from a certain so-called “death” (that really isn’t the case at all… You could be a docile little vegetable boy and still be alive), that string is made out of the strongest titanium. I hope it never snaps and sends you spiraling downward. I wish that I would be able to be of some use to you one day instead of being looked at as furniture.
         Forgive me, Master Riki, but do you know my life’s story? No, perhaps and probably not. I have never told you, I know. I will most likely never tell you in person, so therefore, let me tell you it here. It will be in chunks and may not be in correct order for my memories are only so accurate. Some things may cause me to be upset; yes, I do get upset at times. Although you will be reading only text, I still do hope that you will hear my voice through the writing…
         Oh, no. I cannot go on today, Master Riki. Suddenly, you are having fits. I must go and prevent you from breaking something. I sometimes question why you do this to yourself.
--Command: End Speech--