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What are you doing here?

What do you mean?

Here, Right here.

Oh wait, I remember now.

You do realize how long you’ve been here, right?

…No. Not really. But that doesn’t bother me. Does it matter?

It doesn’t have to. I’m just bored.

Okay.

Do you want to do something?

No.

You must be bored too.

Maybe I should be. But I don’t know. I think I just like it here.

Wouldn’t you rather go home though?

Hm…. Sort of. There’s a game I sort of want to play.

So what makes you want to be here instead?

I don’t want to say.

I know you don’t.

Sometimes, I just can’t stand it there. I don’t really know why.

I enjoy it, my life is there. Everything I value is there, It’s an embodiment of who I am.

But, Despite the comfort it gives me. Part of me doesn’t feel safe there.

If I had to guess why, It’s because it’s only those things. It’s just me, reflected back at myself. No one else.

And if something were to happen to me… the only thing there to protect me would be me.

So, Why here specifically?

If something happened to me out here, There’d be someone there to help.

But there's no one here.