voice.

[am_i_a_monster]

I've been wondering about love lately. Not just romantic love, any kind of love. I was told that every love is different and unique. It seems like it doesn't matter - love always messes people up. Like love always end up hurting people in one way or another. People hurt the ones they're supposed to love or hurt themselves or hurt someone else. Or they leave us, even if they don't want to, and that hurts.

[Long pause.]

So why do I...why does anyone want to be loved?

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[voice]

[dragonsgrasp]

Likewise. I don't know how we lasted as long as we did, without a sky overhead.

That's one way to put it. But sometimes there's not much of a better choice.

[voice]

[am_i_a_monster]

I lived in a basement before I came here so I was used to it.

Yeah, nightmares are better than the alternative.

[voice]

[dragonsgrasp]

Did you not ever leave that basement? Surely you went outside…

I'd have to agree. I can deal with nightmares.

[voice]

[am_i_a_monster]

Not really. Hannibal took me to his office once and to another house one time. But most of the time, I had to stay hidden.

[voice]

[dragonsgrasp]

Dare I ask why? There had to be a good reason, I'd assume...

[voice]

[am_i_a_monster]

People blamed me for things my father did. I wouldn't have been safe outside.

[voice]

[dragonsgrasp]

I'm sorry to hear that. It seems you did what was best for you in the circumstances, though. You remained safe, and that's what matters most.