Tredding }{ Bokor, aw

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

What was that Dio had once said? I am a peace leader? No, more than that; it was my mission to guide the world to peace. Peace Leader was his term for those who did it on his narrow line on possibility; those who stayed within his boundaries. I wasn’t disobeying him one hundred percent, I was just, hmm, exploring the possibilities. I wanted to complete the mission of finding some peace for the world, but sometimes war and brutal murder is the way to quiet harmony. That is all I wanted, really; some relief and harmony.

It was not forth coming under Dio’s rule.

I knew the baboon was sending a message, but come on; droughts and then monsoons? Is that really fair? I could swim and all, but that did not mean I wanted to be a fish. I wanted to trudge through mud all day as much as I wanted to bake in the sun in Akando. This was irrational, unjustifiable, and downright inhumane of our master. If he were even the one behind it. If not, then whatever was behind it was pissed off and us Peace Leaders were doing nothing to please it. What we were doing was failing and what was it my Murder Ape had once told me? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results each time? Well, that being the case, we Peace Leaders were insane, Dio and Skoll were idiots, and I was getting off this fucking wheel right fucking now.

I didn’t wander the woods as most would have done. I recognized that I was feeble and skill-less next to a god. Bokor would find me much faster than I would find Him. He knew I was here, He had to. If He didn’t, then this was a waste of time. If He was not told by His gods, or brethren, that a fucking peace leader was sitting in the trees waiting for Him, then He had no gods to speak to and I would scurry back to Alia and never speak of this again. I had slithered off unnoticed, I was sure, and came to the center of the Far Woods, where rumor said Bokor spent much of His time when He wasn’t actively harvesting. My feminine form sat tall, tail neat around my slim limbs. I was a climber, but I never fought. Until now, violence had been a foolish path. But I could see that the unwillingness to shed blood did not spread messages, did not force the light into people’s eyes. Yes, I said force. We are a stupid race, we would not willingly find comfort, it had to hit us uptop the head and leave us a bloody mess. We had to know true agony before we allowed ourselves to want relief. Foolish, yes, but also so very true.

I spoke no words as I sat, just merely closed my eyes and willed Bokor’s gods, His brothers, to lead Him to me. I could feel Dio, staring in horror, reaching for me, before pulling away as I sent a snarl of distrust. He was not my god anymore. He had not kept his promise. Yes, he had not said the journey would be easy, but he had promised fruit. Konta was a piece of rotten fruit, if he were fruit at all. It was a slap in the face that in all my time, that son of a bitch was all Dio had allowed me to reach. Bastard had another thing coming if he thought I would blindly follow something that showed no reward. I would not break my back gardening, just to watch my entire harvest die. I wanted to reap what I sowed.

Even if I have to kill it, to reap it.

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[Bokor]

I`m an angel, I`m a devil
I am sometimes in between.
I`m as bad as it can get and good as it can be.

A war, that was what was in my head. No, more like a little banter; a humorless rampage from a frustrated child and his mocking parent. I wanted Yanamai and South now. Right fucking now. Ah, but these things take time. My past gatherings had been after months and months of search and persuasion. One failed encounter did not mean I would not reach those poor, misguided souls. I wanted the assurity that I would save them, but that was not how my brothers worked. They seemed to take pride in me now being a semi-mortal. They took every chance they had to throw in my face just how powerless I was as an earth-walker. I may not remember willingly giving up my skyward throne for these unfortunate souls, but I could not say I had not been thoroughly warned, I’m sure. If in my first life, as a god, I had deemed them all worth it, then I would stand by that. My Brothers could laugh and mock and take advantage all they wanted, but I would not let it bother me. I was stronger then them, if only by heart alone now. I saw potential in this world. I wanted to give them the joy I had; I wanted them to smile without exemption as I do.

Alas, but what is this? Standing in my domain sits a solitary creature of which I know? And she wanted to see me. Yes, that is why my Brothers were silent, letting me be fruitless in my attempt to gather Yanamai and South for my private collection. There was a bigger mission set out for me. I knew this cat, and my Brothers were not mocking me. A Peace Leader, Bhuvana, the youngest and most easily lead to the slaughter. She was seeking me, I could feel it. I decided it best not to keep her waiting for too long, the sleek female still young and impatient. I had watched her with interest, my eyes licking along her body as she fought to keep from extracting her claws for anything but climbing. Such a sweet girl, and smart, too, it seemed. She had realized the baboon had walked away from his people. The felines were not worth the burden. I could not blame him, they were not his. But now that I walked as the felines walked, in the body of a mortal man with my whiskered counterparts, I could feel for them. I knew and felt what they knew and felt. I was one of them.

I am someone filled with self belief
And haunted by self doubt.
I got all the answers
I got nothing figured out.
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone.

“Bhuvana, my dear, what a pleasant surprise!” I bounded from the cover of the shadows, instantly licking the girl in affection. This was a battle I had been long only dreaming of winning. A peace leader! A peace leader! My smile grew larger as I showed her complete and udder adoration. She was a prize I had yet to earn, I’m sure, but I would. I would show this lady the world. I would hold her as a symbol of my power. Bhuvana, a peace leader! No cat could deny me now. No cat could say ‘Dio is my only’, for I had a child of his to display. Thanks for warming her up for me, Dio, old pal. I mocked the primate with a smile. What a victory! Bhuvana would not die in the first sacrifice. Or the second. No, she would walk beside me until my Brothers said my mission was over. Bhuvana will be the sacrificial lamb. Her and I, paw in paw. She would be my queen!

Yes, what a brilliant idea! I pulled away from the woman, pausing in my caressing kisses. “You shall bear me great victories, Bhuvana. You and I, we shall walk together and save this world. Oh, my love for you will not be questioned! And your love for me will be without reservation.” It was then the gentle kindness drifted away, replaced by a dark declaration, my smile turning morbid. She would be my queen, whether this is what she came crawling to me for or not. Her loyalty to me would be without hesitation, for I knew she still loved her little Peace Leader friends. And that dg, Mahal. And Kunabee. Oh yes, I knew all her secret affairs. Bhuvana will be my slave queen, my mistress locked away in a tower, for if she did not, then her family would die. And not as sacrificial honorees, but simply as the damned. Yes, my Brothers were willing to condemn the innocent if it meant the rescue of so many. My eyes bore into the woman. Be my queen, or everyone you know and love will be locked away in the depths of nothing. Everything they have done will be forgotten. They will only know one thing, and it will remain with them for eternity; Bhuvana caused their wars to be lost.

I am special, I am beautiful
I am wonderful and powerful, unstoppable.
Sometimes I`m miserable, sometimes I`m pitiful
But that`s so typical of all the things I am.

[Kunabee]

Kunabee

There was a creature among us. There were several creatures among us, in fact. Not all of them were poison; but some of them were. Some of them lied and deceived. Peace was only to exist in people's hearts: the outside world was turmoil, is turmoil, and always will be turmoil. But deception leads to no-one's peace; no, deception destroys and corrupts. Death is bitter enough: there was no time to add to the killings. But in one small moment: a moment clearer and stronger then any other, I felt it. I knew.
Bhuvana was to join a poison creature. She had given up, and was empty, and her soul was lost and confused. Dio had given me the brief knowledge in his desperate attempts to reach her; somehow, her love for her God - or the God she used to believe in - drew a small moment of knowledge for me. I did not know why or how I felt it or knew, or touched in that brief moment.
All I knew is that I was close enough to my beloved friend and sister - yes, sister, the sister of Mahal, too, my friend and brother - that I felt it and had to do something.
I ran to her, as fast as my tiny legs would carry me, and saw the enthusiasm with which Bokor greeted her. The poison creature: the deceiver, the liar, the misguided cretin who thought he was a god when he was a mortal. No God or gods would deceive and murder. No, they would love their children and allow them to choose, always hoping, never deceiving, watching and loving with a love enough to save at least a few. Gods worked slow and with love: their biggest deception would be to allow one to choose bad. This viper's venom was no God.
"Bhu," I said, drawing attention to myself, mourning how I saw that Bokor would force her. She was ruined. I had to save her. I would do anything to keep her away from this poison. Dio, I begged, give me the strength to save your peace leader. Give me the strength to chase this poison creature away.
I did not know what to do except call upon a God I had never turned to: but Dio was a real God. He wasn't poisonous and deceitful. He was imperfect, most certainly, but He was a God. Bokor was a deluded cretin, and his unfortunate blood lust led him to believe it was justified.
I pitied Bokor, but that pity was less then the wild fear I felt if he got a hold of Bhuvana. Where was her beautiful soul? Where?

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

The enthusiasm caught me off guard, drawing me away for only a moment. A quiet voice told me to run away, that this was all too deep for me to dig myself out of later. But a louder voice persisted, the one I had fed over these past few months. It told me that I would not have to dig myself from the mess. Bokor had a little ritual that called for the bloodshed of his followers. I would only have to hold myself to him loyally, swallowing my discomfort, for a short period of time. It would end eventually. And then my mission will have been completed. I may not be a piece of four anymore, put together by Ahlam and Dio’s hands, but I would become a piece of many, lead, following. I would no longer have to be the decision maker, or one of them.

It seemed I had misjudged my own importance.

Bokor spoke of love and I visiually cringed away from him, coiling like a snake about to strike, nose wrinkled in repulsion. I did not mean for my movement to be insulting, and if Bokor was truly a god he would know this, but it was fear that plastered me into a statue of disbelief. I had loved once and it had been a decision leading to my own damnation. I had been on a downward spiral since my childhood crush had walked away, proving that even love approved by Dio was nothing by a blood-paved path. I watched the beast in silent contemplation, remaining in this coil, for only a short moment. But then my face twisted into a smile of acceptance, a morbid smirk of reconciliation. Yes, I could do great things with this man. I would help him bring the people of Dio, those blind misguided fools, to know truth. Those that he had formerly been shut away from would now listen with guarded curiosity.

”Bhu,”

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The smile I held fell away before I could utter my own purr of warmth to this man, my new king. My emerald gaze flitted to the tiny female that now stood within view. I searched my mind for that long forgotten hidden face. A face without a name. Or perhaps it was simply too painful to remind myself that I truly could feel love. I would not let the memory surface. Her and that dog. That was all they were to me. There could be no peace for me in this darkened world if I knew that I was letting them down. It was hard enough letting the other Peace Leaders down, and I had come to only care for them out of mutual situations. But this girl, and that dog, they held my heart firm. I loved them. My Kunabee and my Mahal.

I had to save them.

“Kunabee.” I struggled to smile, to let the word hold cheer. Instead it fell flat from rigid lips. Why did she have to be here to see me like this? A pure soul, tainted by the image of her friend giving up. I was an evil cat if I didn’t let this bother me. As far as I fell from Dio, I would never be an evil cat. Never. That was a promise I had made myself, and a promise to yourself broken is truly the symbol of all hope being lost. But I still had hope. My hope now laid with this liger, Bokor. “Meet my friend, Bokor.”

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[Bokor]

I again gentled my expression as the woman pulled away. I would let her sort through her thoughts and emotions. I was all too known for barging into the minds of others, maneuvering their inner workings with expertise and manipulating them into my own little game pieces. But this girl was a smart girl; she knew the risk of saying no. Besides, I could feel that Alec, the memory of the heartache, was all that held her back from me. Love was scary to her, but I would show her that it did not have to be. This girl, no, woman was one who fell off the horse and then got back up and tried again. She would give in, she would allow herself to fall in love. After all, she was accustomed to pain, she would risk feeling it. ‘What was life without risk’ I had once heard her ask, back when she was still young and naive. However, even being naïve, that statement had held such a clear truth. No, this woman would let me in. She would allow me to be hers.

Besides, there is no true emotion in love anymore.

Ah, but it seemed the woman could not be allowed her peace in the romanticlessness of love. Dio was cruel, he had to remind her that there was still some true love in the world. Her and I would never be lovers, but we could be partners. That was all I needed; someone to walk this path with me and then pass on my message through children when I pass. I was sure she knew the title she was accepted, the responsibility. She would also know there would be no real love in the business, just strict professional necessity. And she was fine with that. But, nope, Dio had to shove it down her throat that she had a goddamn heart, and she had once known how to use it.

Lethal eyes landed harshly on the small Iriomote cat. I could see the war going on behind my mistress’ eyes, and I had to work to keep my smile firmly on its pallet. Kunabee, why come where you are not wanted? Your god cares nothing for you to bring you here. Leave us be. Walk away… An icy grin crept forward to replace the forced gentleness as Bhuvana decided her loyalties sat now with me. I would spare her Kunabee, then, if Bhuvana sat me on her right side. Perhaps I could even score another here through the ocelot. I slithered forward, wrapping my bulk possesivly around the woman I had claimed as my own. “Oh, my dear, do not be so modest.” I laid my gaze heavily upon her tiny friend, smile challenging, and even a bit cruel. “Bhuvana has earned herself a place as the mate of a god.” It was not my nature to be so upfront about my position, but I felt oddly threatened by this Iriomote. A childish hiss waved around my uncertain brain. Bhuvana is mine! You can’t have her, Kunabee!

Even if I have to kill her, to keep her.

[Kunabee]

Kunabee

Friend. Mate. Bhuvana, what are you talking about? Why are you going along with his insanity? I couldn't speak, my voice taken from me. No, that wasn't true. I could speak; my words just wouldn't be enough.
"Bhu," I said, He's a liar." I looked at Bokor then, hissing, fluffing out my tail. I would destroy him. No... no, I wouldn't. That was wrong. I was better then him. I would always be better then them.
The deceivers, the murderers, the thieves, and the creatures corrupted by hate. That's who I would be better then. So I took a deep breath. A deep, smooth breath.
"I'm not afraid to die for a friend," I told Bokor, my tail still fluffed out. I would die for my misguided Bhuvana. I would die for anyone. My sacrifice: the one thing I could give away without guilt. My life. I could give away my heart, too, but not in the way I could give up my life. Two things were mine to give away: my heart and life.
I wasn't afraid to give away either. So I stared at Bokor, willing to leap in front of Bhu: do anything to save her. Bokor was desperate. He was willing to kill her. What about love? What happened to love?
"Bhu," I said again, always needing to adress her with Bhu. Maybe I could bring her back to reality. "Bhu, listen to me. Love. Peace. Life. Do you really think deceit and killing will bring peace and salvation to anyone? Look at him.
"He's a misguided soul. He's disillusioned himself into justifying his unsatiable blood lust. He's insane. You've spoken with Dio Himself. Bhu, you should understand. Please. Please understand."
I plead with her in my voice, my eyes, my stance; I plead her to let go of any grip this monster had on her. If I had to prove it with him killing me - killing me in a way that he thought would leave me damned - so be it.
So be it: because I hoped that Bhu would at least think I was too important to die, at least yet.
Having no ties to any god can be a good way to make peace; if Bhu so loved peace that she was willing to go to this monster, she should feel anger at the poison.
"You," I addressed Bokor now, feeling the fire in my bones, "Can go to hell. Do you think any of what you do is okay?"
At last my anger was drained. At last, I had a clear head. If I died, so be it. If I lived, then I had many gods to thank - Dio included.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I let myself lean into the beast, trying to let my face show nothing but warmth for my friend. Ah, mates, yes. I could not reason how that would ever be possible. I mean, our sizes! But, Folami have found a way to mate with felines before, so why not a liger and an ocelot? I shuddered at the thought, but I kept my image calm. Calm would be how I reach to Kunabee, who now spoke franticly to reach to me. I forced my gaze to lay upon her, though I so wanted to look away. I found that I felt dirty, unworthy of her. But, indeed, I would grant her respect and listen.

It was almost as if her words fell upon deaf ears, but they hadn’t. I stared at her calmly, smile gone but eyes gentle and perhaps even beckoning. However, this was not where my heart lay. I was the mate of a god now, so I had to play my part. But somewhere deep down I wanted to shake my way free and run away with my Kunabee. Her and Mahal, they were what I needed. Screw this world. Screw this war. Why did I have to fight for everyone? Why couldn’t I just nestle in my own little corner and have my own sliver of peace?

Ah, but that is selfish of me.

I did wiggle from Bokor’s grasps, though not to flee with Kunabee as my heart so tugged me to do. “Then die for a friend, Kunabee.” It sounded harsh, but I was not yet done. “Walk with us. I welcome you, and I know that Bokor will, too.” I glanced over my shoulder at the man, but gave him no time to respond before returning my emerald orbs to my friend. “I want you, and Mahal, to be with me. Fight with me, Kunabee. Fight with us. Let the world be your friend. Die for it.” My voice dropped lower with each statement, hissing from my lips in a snakelike fashion. Had my accepted Bokor and my place at his side opened me up to captured and hold some of the spirit of his godly brothers? Oh surely not, but I felt powerful. I felt…light. It was strange, the way I felt I could fly if I wanted to, trudge with no sound if I needed to. “I love you, Kunabee. Let us find our little boy and gather him.” The gentle kindness whispered away, my eyes narrowing as I understood I had taught Kunabee about Dio. It hurt me that I would also have to be the one to tear him away from her.

“Kunabee, do not be fooled by Dio’s deceit. He is a vengeful god and he can not stand to lose those who follow him, even when he has lost all his power. He has failed us, Kunabee. We have to move on. We have to try something new. Dio tried, and I am grateful for his attempt. But not everything can be won over with warmth. Please, Kunabee, come with me.” I put out a paw then, watching her pleadingly, eyes focused as I willed her to take my paw and allow me to bring her into Bokor’s welcoming embrace. I would be able to protect her, there. I would not let her die until our mission was complete. I wanted her to trust me. I needed her to trust me.

[Kunabee]

Kunabee

Tears filled my eyes despite myself. I saw Bhu, her sweet grace, her sweet beauty, her sweet and misguided soul. She fought a war with herself, and the dark was winning.
"Warmth wins every war," I responded, "Rain is warm. Sun is warm. Earth and trees are warm. Life is warm. Birth has saved lives; rain saved lives, too recently for us to forget it. The sunshine... it echoes in our souls. Warmth is the victor, Bhuvana, don't you see? Don't you see how a mother will fight without mercy for her child? How love - love, Bhu, remember love! - how love rescues a dying soul? Warmth wins wars. Love, kindness, mercy - they win the respect of everyone. Dio fought with love. Peace is for an individual to find. It... don't you see, Bhu? The fight of violence is a fight lost before it even begins."
Listen to my words, Bhu. Listen to them, little child, sister, friend, enemy, lost spirit, found wisdom. Let them soak into your soul. Love. Life. Sunshine. Rain. Warmth. Kindness. Mercy. Have mercy on her, Dio, and on Bokor too. Give them mercy. Give them what they have not shown: give it to everyone. Mercy, mercy because mercy changes people.
"I will die for a friend, but not for a just cause through unjust means." It was a statement of fact. It was a statement of truth. It was mercy - mercy, allowing Bokor to know that, though he was unguided, he truly believed that what he was doing good. That I saw what he wanted to do was good. But then harsh truth, making it deeper and better and true. What he was doing was wrong.
I shall not be reached by a poison and his victim. No, I could only be reached by Bhuvana being Bhuvana. And she did not truly believe in his cause.
So go to hell, Bokor; or better yet, go to heaven and see the truth. Mercy, my dear... always mercy.

[Bokor]

I curled my way back around Bhuvana as her friend rejected her plea. I would spare Kunabee because I had promised myself I would if Bhuvana surcame to my will. Besides, I had no reason to harm her. I have never murdered an unwilling creature, besides to eat. I would not begin now. I smiled, hiding Bhuvana away into my mane, protecting her from the fact that her friend would not stand by her if it meant standing with me. This little Iriomote was so delusional to think a baboon god truly loved her, that peace could be won with gentle words. Perhaps, yes, in a way it is. Typically, it is my gentle smile that lures in the beings willing to die for the cause. But, there was, in fact, bloodshed. It was necessary to prove to the gods that we meant our devotions. It was not that my Brothers pleasured in the demise of thousands, it was simply that it showed how much mortals truly cared. To sacrifice yourself, what a message! It means you are willing to die for others because, honestly, you get little but a place in Heaven when you are a sacrifice. You do not get to experience the blessing your death brings; the peace it allows other, unsaved thus far, morals to relish in.

I folded myself to leave Bhuvana behind me, guarding her with my mass but no longer touching her. “Kunabee, I wish there was a way to make you see sense.” My words were purred, the consistent smile that sat planted on my face holding a solemn air to it. I was sad that this feline distrusted me so fiercely. But we were on the same team! How to make her see? “Kunabee, my little fairy, you and I are not so different. Mercy, that is our mission.” Was she blind? Had Dio stolen her vision of truth? Of course he had! It is what the selfish baboon does to give himself power, to raise himself up. But, alas, it was not my place to speak illy of the baboon to his followers. I would only push her away if I did such an act. I would leave Dio to Bhuvana. But here, watching her ache for her friend, long for the girl to trust her, I knew it was dangerous to let her continue. I would have her stay hidden behind me, deal with Kunabee myself for now. There had to be a way to win this cat without outwardly downgrading Dio.

A lightbulb turned on and I took a step towards Kunabee, eyes warm and smile genuine. It was a small movement, small enough to be nonthreatening, but big enough to allow Bhuvana to keep an eye on Kunabee if she felt the need to. “Kunabee, I will make you an offer. I know you care about Bhuvana, and she about you, so here is a thought; stay with us. Sleep with us. Walk with us. Just simply live with us. I will ask nothing more of you. You need not even pay me any mind. I make this offer for Bhuvana. You can be sure of her safety if you are the one watching her every move.”

And maybe, just maybe, watching us will let you see we aren’t so bad after all.

[Kunabee]

Kunabee

Tears still collected in my eyes. Oh, Bhuvana. I was no follower of Dio, and yet I had to defend him to one of his peace leaders. What had this world come to?
I looked to Bokor, and gave a sad smile. "I trust your words,," I told him, "I trust you will give her safety, if only because you say as such. You may deceive, but you have not lied. It is a small difference; but a difference nonetheless." I sighed and gazed at the horizon. Trail along and do nothing; for that's what would happen. I would not aim to save others, else I'd fear for my life. I wasn't afraid to die. That didn't mean I wanted to.
And it was true: I did trust his words. He said Bhuvana would be safe: therefore she would be. He said that many would die for his gods: therefore they would. He said it was to bring peace, but peace could not be universal. You had to find it within your heart.
And it did bring peace: it brought peace to the souls who followed him and died by his hand. But that was deceit, for the peace would be assumed to be universal.
"We are not on the same side," I told him, "My goal is to help everyone I can. It's not to bring peace, nor to kill, or follow any god. I am unaligned, I am a wild card. I don't follow gods who kill. Dio has allowed death to happen: death is natural. You, sir, kill." I gave a solemn nod, and sat down.
"I can't watch people find a peace that everyone knows will end in their death. I just can't."
I would admit the truth, but I would force it upon them as well. Bokor had... something good within him, or perhaps many things, but he was misguided. Would always be misguided.
"Bhuvana," I whispered, squeezing the word and breath through my heart, lungs, and throat, "Why am I the one trying to convince a peace leader of Dio's truths? I've found my peace, Bhu. Dio isn't my peace, but I have something I need to do. Something I can do. That's my peace. Return to yours. Please."
Please. Please.
Please.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

It was an odd little dancing game Bokor and I was playing, each pushing one behind the other. But as he shoved me behind this time, I gave in. I stopped fighting for my place with my Kunabee. I could not face her, not now. I could not allow her to see that I was no longer listening. Well, I was, but my heart was closing. I would hear her words, but reject them upon intake. I had decided; my heart was with Bokor and his gods. Her and Dio and the Peace Leaders and everyone else who could not understand that could all go away. Just go and leave me alone.

As the man offered a place among us, my ears perked and I chanced an eager look over his shoulder. No matter what I told myself, I wanted Kunabee to be with me. We could be pastors from different denominations and still be friends. I smiled, trying to give one final pull. But her words did not accept or decline Bokor’s offer, and I found my smile faltering and my paws pushing my way past Bokor roughly. My eyes were frustrated, perhaps a little too heated. “I have found my peace, Kunabee. The only thing missing is you and Mahal. All I ask is that you live with me. Stay with me. We will gather up Mahal sometime soon.” The plead was still present in my gaze, but there was more demand to my tone, now. I was the mate to a god; I would get what I wanted, right? If Kunabee decline, could I say the word and Bokor puts a leash on her and she becomes my pet?

It took far too much will to remind myself that friends don’t chain up friends.

[Kunabee]

Kunabee

My head hung low. "Bhu, you will always be my friend. Even now. Even though I don't agree... you're my friend." I had to take a moment to pause. I loved Bhu like a sister: she was so dear to me.
"I can't join you," I said at last. Such simple words, and yet they change so thoughts.
What thoughts can you have when you must have a broken friendship? It was still there; it was always there. I wouldn't turn my back on anyone.
Bokor, the world already is my friend. I would do anything for anyone.
But this was not an anything worth fighting for: just the friendship I shared with Bhuvana. And we could do that.
"I'll seek you out, though, sometimes," I told her, softly and eagerly all at once. I would not forget her.
I won't forget you.

((wooc)) Lame post ^

"Friends don't chain up friends."
"Friends don't let friends drive drunk."
*nerd*