text | in spacetext no one can see you crying like a toddler.

[borndying]

Who cares if you die?

( feel free to interpret that however you please, denizens of the EXTREMELY POORLY NAMED tranquility! all possible interpretations are acceptable in harry's current state of complete emotional breakdown. he probably doesn't care if any of you die, for instance, and may bitterly resent you for having an actual answer to this question.

who cared when norman died? who really cared. people mourned the man who'd contributed so much, but that man was an idea. an image carefully cultivated. harry knew enough to know better, but even he wouldn't pretend to have known his father, and who's going to care when harry dies? just like norman did.

harry's legacy is just disappointment and isolation. his best friend is his only friend and he's pretty sure they're totally not friends any more, also. everything sucks and he broke a bottle when he got back to his room and he can't be bothered to clean it up, he's just going to sit here and hate all of you, publicly and violently, and

you know, by text, because he looks even shitter than usual. )

Comments

[de_void]

scott would probably care, the sap.

[pointedly not mentioning his dad because he still has those fears, even now, that his dad would be better off without him.]

[borndying]

I'm astonished and a little saddened that it took us this goddamn long to get someone who could actually think of a name.

( he's actually not. )

[de_void]

why does a name matter versus what they are to the person? it's not like you're going to know who most of these people are.

[borndying]

We're getting a lot of "I guess people", man, what can I say.

[de_void]

maybe they're uncomfortable with the question or something. people can get a little weird talking about their own mortality sometimes.

[borndying]

Yeah, weird.

[de_void]

why the interest though?

are you planning to write a research paper on your findings, or did you just want to run a poll to see how low people's self worth is up here?

[borndying]

"The Tranquility and the ease with which its denizens can be set at each other, OR: Why Petrelli was wasting his fucking time", by Harry Osborn, aged 20 and three quarters.

[de_void]

sounds riveting, let me know when you're ready for a peer edit.

petrelli was the one who talked like he owned the place, right? unless you mean the one in medical but i kind of think you mean the first one.

[borndying]

Yeah, the jawline. He was a good guy.

( officially the nicest thing in this post and it's about a guy who ISN'T HERE. )

[de_void]

[pause while stiles laughs at the description for a bit.]

jawline. yeah okay, i remember that.
so he's gone, huh? seems likes all the good ones are leaving lately.

[borndying]

Been gone a couple jumps now.

[de_void]

i'd tell you there's always a chance he'll come back, but good people probably shouldn't be stuck up here anyway.

[unless he'd dead back home, which stiles knows can happen here.]


who would miss you here though, that's an interesting question. especially since so many of us didn't know each other before winding up on this ship, and we probably won't know them after we leave, either.

so even if they're just going home, it kind of feels like they're dying if you're never going to see them again, doesn't it? at least, in the context of your original question concerning who cares about death.

[borndying]

( and he is, not that harry knows anything about that. perhaps someone can guilt him mercilessly with what a great guy nathan was in the face of his own mortality. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, DRUNK BOY? )

I'm pretty sure for most of the people here the pertinent question is "who would notice or remember your name".

[de_void]

ha well in that case i'd have to say nobody because at this point i seriously have to wonder if my dad even remembers my real name.