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[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

Nobody gave me pamplets or the keys to an apartment the last time I was told I wasn't real. Maybe my world could take some tips from this one.



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And at a time like this...I can't believe it. Am I supposed to think that none of that meant anything?

I'm real. I don't care what anybody else thinks about it.

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[blanketedtruth.livejournal.com]

I

[blanketedtruth.livejournal.com]

You're in my apartment.

[blanketedtruth.livejournal.com]

And

[blanketedtruth.livejournal.com]

Your hair is pink?

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

I'm your new roommate. Hi.




(Yes, it's pink.)

[truthmeasurer.livejournal.com]

They don't know if you're really real or not.

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

I decided a while ago that whether I think I'm real matters more than what anybody else decides to tell me.

[blanketedtruth.livejournal.com]

Well, I

[blanketedtruth.livejournal.com]

... I never had a roommate before.

[truthmeasurer.livejournal.com]

Maybe you're the first person that gets it, then.

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

I promise not to bite?

[blanketedtruth.livejournal.com]

Not since Neil. So you're my first here.

[blanketedtruth.livejournal.com]

Is your hair naturally pink?

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

Yes, it is.

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

Maybe I've just got more experience with it being called into question than everybody else here.

[truthmeasurer.livejournal.com]

Maybe. Everyone seems to take it at face value. They tell you something, so it has to be true. That en't the way I see it at all. Most of the time they don't know anything at all.

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

You're a smart girl, then.

There wasn't much you could trust where I came from.

[truthmeasurer.livejournal.com]

People say that, yeah. You're pretty smart too if you've already figured it out.

Me neither. There was only one other person I could trust, and he en't here.

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

I could trust my comrades. But I doubt any of them are here.

My name is Argilla, what's yours?

[blanketedtruth.livejournal.com]

How?

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

...it's a little complicated.

[truthmeasurer.livejournal.com]

Someone knows how you feel, at least.

When I was in the North, they called me Lyra Silvertongue. That's the name that I go by. It's a pleasure, Argilla. That's a nice name.

[blanketedtruth.livejournal.com]

Oh.



All right.

[rockthewolves.livejournal.com]

That's the story they told me too.

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

I think someone who understands is one of the best things you can ask for.

It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Lyra.

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

They seem to be big on lectures here.

[rockthewolves.livejournal.com]

Yeah...it's not really anything I wanted to hear, though.

[seismicwave.livejournal.com]

I'd have to agree.