[the disgust and shame are so strong now it feels like she's going to suffocate on them, but she keeps stripping anyway
under the clothes, with no illusions active, her body is made entirely out of wood, like a mannequin - and like a mannequin, it's smooth and featureless aside from some old-looking cracks in the wood, with no visible sexual characteristics or anything]
See, it's nothing to think about that way in the first place, right? Just wood, just furniture.
[ there isn't any shock or anything, but instead a slow unfurling interest that starts as a mild curiosity and escalates into something almost manic. A swirling of too many thoughts, not anxiety, not anticipation, but like what it must feel to be so close to an epiphany but not be able to grasp it at all ]
What do you want me to say? Be repulsed, think of you as something different than what you were? As if I had been thinking of your body in a certain way before.
[ spreads his arms a little, palms up in an almost euphoric gesture before dropping them to his sides ]
That's even more pathetic than I imagined. What have you done that's so criminal? If it's simply 'oh my presence is disgusting' then you probably need to figure out a better excuse.
[ he's not even that judgmental or mocking, despite the words, but there is a heavy layer of bitterness ]
So you wish to disappear with no guarantee that their lives will be better, instead you self-centeredly believe simply your absence is better. How do you know you weren't the lesser evil and the other one hasn't happened in your timeline simply because you took its place?
I'm not so naive as to think that nothing bad will happen in a world without me. It's even possible that it really would be worse somehow.
Do you want me to admit that the risk I'm taking with my wish is selfish? It is, of course. While I hope that it will save those people I killed, ultimately it is to save myself.
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