Soon it was Trees and Dark

I did not imply anyone was attached to me did I? I fear I have misled you, pray tell, what can I do to amend your misunderstanding? I fear that I must put your mistake aright this very moment! For no one my dear, no one, is attached to me.

Oh, there are most definitely them that care for me. In the way that a child might care for a toy. Or a lonely old person would care for their companion-pet. But I am forgotten. And most often replaceable.

Maybe a few might protest that fact. Or maybe they won’t. The fact is simply that ‘care’ is too lose a word.

The point you are trying to make, asker, would be better proven with use of a word such as ‘attachment.’ For example, I might rephrase the query as “There is someone who might find themselves irreparably attached to someone else, so why are you so quick to shy away from such attachment?”

To which I would answer, “Because attachment is pain and self-sacrifice, and who in this war of the houses can afford such frivolity?”

Am I not these things? Am I not trite and silly? And more than just sometimes am I not rather stereotypical? I’m a bloodhungry proxy my dear, I believe I do fit the stereotype. Not to mention I’m cocky as all get out and I think I’m quite above death. What about me is not stereotypical for me and my brothers?

Can you prove me wrong? Would you claim to know me so well as to prove me wrong?

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That should not be poised as a question, but rather a dare. I dare you to imply that you know me so well as to prove me wrong.

What rumours? Such as rumours that I have a heart? But only a fool could beleve such a thing as that! Everyone knows I am composed of only particals of devotion, bloodlust, and boredom. What else would I have within me?

Nay, I am the tin man, but with a lack of want to actually cure my disease.

A hornet’s nest that holds the most genuine and gentle hornets I have ever met, despite their loudly buzzing exterior. I’m quite enamored of the creatures, as they fight so hard against their very nature to sting their known enemy on sight. This nest would be filled with the most forgiving hornets that I hath ever had the blessing to meet.

I am lucky in that.

Yes. I am such a brat. I shall blow raspberries across the internet at you, Anonymous Asker.

See if you get anything more intelligent than that out of me for another week.

(If you speak of the wasps’ nest I think you do, I’ve done far worse than just throw rocks.)

Oh my, are my questioners also playing the game of not-telling? It becomes a dreadful repetitive game when two sides play it, I’m just going to declare that much right now.