i know

“why do you hide behind a wall?”, i wonder. “why do you hide behind a facade of nonchalance, of detachment, when i know what you really are? you face your adversaries with courage that could leave even the bravest knights seem like puny weaklings. but i know that inside, you are cowering in fear. you look into Death’s eyes and stare at it so hard that Death itself turns and looks away. how you felt you thought i have no clue. but i know. your cynicism. your pessimism. it is naiveness and optimism inside.”

you ask, “how do you know all these?”

and i answer you, “it is foolish to pretend with me. for how can i not know the truth when i am you?”

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