apocalyptichacker:

wanderinggeneticist:

apocalyptichacker:

“Ah, I see. Are you guys like, boyfriends or best friends?”

“It’s pretty much a win/lose situation, huh? It’s kind of everybody’s fault. It’s your guys fault for not fighting back and taking back what’s yours and our fault for fucking up our own world.”

I could get a good nights sleep, she thinks to herself, but the nightmares. She’s at a hive located deep into the forest. No one ever goes there. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s hard to get a good nights sleep.

“Best friends.. You could say that anyway, pretty much a rough translation to human terms.”

“We’re all to blame. So, really, this conflict shouldn’t have happened, and neither species should be hunting down one another, we should be trying to make something out of what we have; granted, it’s fuck all, but it’s something.” He shook his head. “But nobody else would think like that, not that i’ve met.”

“I’ve gotten used to the lack of sleep. Some nights I don’t sleep atall because I’m convinced there’s someone lurking around waiting for me to fall asleep.”

“Ah, okay. At least you have a friend, even though he’s not here with you, but still.  You’re lucky.”

“I agree, I completely and utterly agree with you, but everyone is still ‘Every-Man-For-Himself’ thing. They don’t care. They don’t think. And it’s fucking bullshit,” she splutters out. “Maybe one day everybody will think the same and we can actually rebuild everything.” She lets out a tired sigh.

“That’s a horrible way to think,” she tells him. “I don’t really think someone is lurking around to kill you.”

“I guess I’m lucky. I doubt he’ll be happy to see me, though. I did kind of abandon him.”

“You have no idea how grateful I am to have found someone with a sane mind that actually has common sense and rationalism attached. Faith in the future, somewhat restored. We might still be able to pull off a rehabilitation. Maybe.”

“It’s a horrid way to think but I’m alive because of it. I know there probably isn’t…but better safe than sorry.”