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[jinxs]

(will be prettier soon!)

Comments

[jinxs]

are you reading my diaries?

[hexcope]

All it proves is you read my journal and learned what you did without any observation skills. No more skilled at "knowing" me than a typesetter at a newspaper.

[jinxs]

HAH what observation skills does it take to talk to my dads

[hexcope]

I didn't get most of what I know from them. Do you really think Silco would tell me anything about you?

[jinxs]

i think silco would drown you.

but i think you have eyes, that's all. go back to being fun, jayce

[hexcope]

You know what's wrong with you?

You don't know how people work. You don't try to. There's you, and there's the people you like, and there's everyone else as cheap baubles you poke at for fun. We're not people with complex minds or actions- we're toys. "Wind up Jayce and watch him run around." Our reactions are your entertainment.

And if I'm not "fun" anymore? Now you're mad. I'm not doing the thing you want me to do. A loss of control.

I'm pretty good at knowing how people work. You didn't have to care about what people thought of you to get where you are. I did. A lot. You don't get anywhere in Piltover without being able to predict the thoughts of whomever is sponsoring your next project and make yourself as appealing as you can to them.

So no. I'm not going to "go back to being fun." I don't need to appeal to you.

[jinxs]

thank you, always wanted to know exactly where i went wrong
very enlightening.

this was fun! bye, jayce.