to the monsters that would have you

[Laruku Tears]

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Nothing's fair. Randomness never appeared random. People found patterns in the simplest things. They found meaning. Interpreted it in their favor or against it. There was no such thing. A coin could hand on heads a hundred times in a row. It was all subjective. And even their own minds weren't reliable. If you could see it, was it real? If you could hear it and taste it and smell it and feel it? Was it real? Everything was filtered through the brain. They could be nothing, just a brain, floating in a vat of liquid, being fed lies. They could be sure of nothing at all. So he believed in nothing.



I believe in people, he added after a while, speaking slowly. Sometimes. Some people.

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