Dialogue

[annwfyn.livejournal.com]

Madness or malice. The evidence does point to the latter.

I like malice.

I know. And that’s not nice.

Why not? I’m happier this way. I don’t have to spend all my time getting upset with the world. I can enjoy all the nastiness in it.

You know you’re not a very nice child.

Shut up. It isn’t like anyone has ever been nice to me.

I’m nice to you.

No, you’re not.

Hang on! I am nice to you! I talk to you, I care for you, I even let you live in my body which is really pretty nice if you ask me…

You don’t let me live in your body. I took your body. If it had been up to you, you’d never have let me near you.

That isn’t true!

Yes, it is. You’d have run away, just like everyone else did, and left me in the cold. That’s what they all do.

Well, I didn’t run away. In fact, I came to find you. Don’t you remember? You were crying and I came out in the snow looking for you.

Yes. I suppose. But you didn’t stay for long.

I stayed for long enough. I stayed for too long, didn’t I? The cold became too much for me.

I remember…

There’s no need to sound so happy when you say that!

Why not? It isn’t as if it hurt that much.

Really? You know?

Well, actually, I do! I froze to death once as well, remember. I like it that we died the same way.

You are a horrible child.

But I’m your child now.

Yes. I suppose you are.

You and me, together forever. And I’ll never be alone again.