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  • ecto

๐Ÿ‚Death + ๐Ÿ€Life

Ecto: Everyone always talks of how Life always sends presents to Death, and Death keeps them and cherishes them forever.


Sage: That still feels selfish of death. I want to die though...


Ecto: But I think that we prove that wrong. Things need to die in order for new things to grow. Fish eat other fish to survive, their waste fertilizes the soil, plants grow from that, there's a cycle of what death and life create together - they aren't separate like everyone claims.


Sage: I feel like that's black and white thinking. I feel that.


Ecto: That's why I'm with you. As you feel the bad, I show you the good that grows out of it.


Sage: The silver lining?


Ecto: You can call it that, yeah. Haha. So if you are Death and I am Life.


Sage: We're not just lovers that will never meet.


Ecto: You can say that we're always building off each other. You need a balance of both in order for things to work.


Sage, sighs: I really thought you were integrating with me - the thought of losing you was too much for me. You're so colorful and positive - you see the best in things and you want to do so many good things. You care and you try so hard. I'm worthless. I get too angry. I'm so angry I'm alive.


Ecto: You try too.


Sage: Not really. I sit and stay angry and sad.


Ecto: That just means you care.


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Ecto: Sage do you know how much you mean to me? I wanted to integrate because I thought it would be better -


Sage: It would be so much worse. I need to talk to you, to talk things out with you. To be able to sort things out. See a bright side and feel like someone else is pulling me out of those dark places when there's no one else there.


Ecto: Well maybe not integrated. But we can stay closer together. We can work together. I'll be there for you when you need me - even though I am bad at talking inside. I will try harder for you.


Love you.

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