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Feb. 28th, 2012 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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See, it's not about feeling bad. It's about preventing the fight. Not exactly none of my business when I did my damndest to set the whole thing up. So I can't exactly plead innocent here. Pearl's hurt, probably a lot worse than if I'd just, you know, broke it off in the first place. Heh, and here I am sitting pretty while the two of them are like this. And what do I care about? Making sure I don't get blamed for any of this. Took effort, and initiative to make them start. Pushed her right into him. Then I was free, and, you know, he obviously wasn't.
So yeah! Not saying a damn thing to either of them about it. Doesn't exist, none of my business, if anyone brings it up I'm no gossip. Pretty simple plan if you ask me.
Lewis told me I've got a fucked up heart. Looked me square in the eyes, and told me he liked it. "Son, you've got a fucked up heart, don't you?" Made my spine curl up too. Old bastard only knew me for a few weeks before he sent me out here. Don't have a scrap of loyalty to him at all anymore, either. Not that I've seen so much as a piece of gold from him for my supposed job. Maybe he just thought I'd fit in here. When I started I just thought these people were a rival gang or something. His story didn't make sense at all. Why would he want me to keep a watch on a middle-aged woman and her goodson? Well I stuck around, and I think I finally figured it out.
He's got a fucked up heart too. That's got to be it.
Least now I've got a fucked up head to go with it.
See, it's not about feeling bad. It's about preventing the fight. Not exactly none of my business when I did my damndest to set the whole thing up. So I can't exactly plead innocent here. Pearl's hurt, probably a lot worse than if I'd just, you know, broke it off in the first place. Heh, and here I am sitting pretty while the two of them are like this. And what do I care about? Making sure I don't get blamed for any of this. Took effort, and initiative to make them start. Pushed her right into him. Then I was free, and, you know, he obviously wasn't.
So yeah! Not saying a damn thing to either of them about it. Doesn't exist, none of my business, if anyone brings it up I'm no gossip. Pretty simple plan if you ask me.
Lewis told me I've got a fucked up heart. Looked me square in the eyes, and told me he liked it. "Son, you've got a fucked up heart, don't you?" Made my spine curl up too. Old bastard only knew me for a few weeks before he sent me out here. Don't have a scrap of loyalty to him at all anymore, either. Not that I've seen so much as a piece of gold from him for my supposed job. Maybe he just thought I'd fit in here. When I started I just thought these people were a rival gang or something. His story didn't make sense at all. Why would he want me to keep a watch on a middle-aged woman and her goodson? Well I stuck around, and I think I finally figured it out.
He's got a fucked up heart too. That's got to be it.
Least now I've got a fucked up head to go with it.
