Into the Ether

Arguing with myself, again.

"You didn't have to do that."

"Sure, I did."

"You can't expect to accomplish something like that."

"Results weren't a significant concern."

"I don't understand you."

"Yes, you do."

"Maybe, a little."

"Please. You've known me for years. You know the ins and outs of my mind like the back of your/my hand. You practically are me when you choose to be."

"True."

"So how does it feel to know I really am trying to kill you?"

"You're only trying to kill me because you love me."

"Do I?"

"Yes."

"Yet I'm willing to sentence your memory into non-existence. Sounds like a cheap form of love."

"You just don't know how to love."

"True. Haven't had much time to practice that skill."

"Maybe you should."

"Maybe if I had the opportunity, I would."

"You're not taking me seriously."

"Of course I am. Hey, is that mustard on your face?"

"Yes. You can't keep doing what you're doing."

"I've got little reason to change."

"You don't even care do you?"

"Got little reason to do that too."

"So you'll do what now? Erase me and . . ."

"Dunno. Didn't think that far ahead."

"Maybe you should have."

"Maybe. Don't really have a reason to tho."

"What are you doing? Care dammit."

"Not this time. Consider the cycle severed. Thank you for riding, please watch your step on the way out."