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/ emfrej .

/ who wants to write !!

/ rises from the dead

⠀ i’ll be at missions, and then i’ll lose myself. everything will go *𝓉yhjä. i can’t remember most days. trying to calculate what happened; what i missed. ⠀ ⠀ah, it’s far too complicated.

⠀ just having a bit of fun here, freja. olen pahoillani. ⠀ ⠀i’ll enlighten you, though. my mind is no longer just my own, ystävä. i feel like i’m missing bits and pieces of things —— like my memories, y’know .ᐣ

⠀ *𝓪h, frej. ⠀ ⠀seems as if my mind is crunching numbers today. nothing to worry that kaunispää of yours, now.

⠀ * 😐 😑 😐.

⠀ ah, the *𝔀hat games, ystävä .ᐣ

⠀ back to business. 𖦏₊ ⊹

⠀ he is no longer just emre. and today, the thoughts are *𝓁oud.

⠀ behaviors. ⠀ ⠀ his hands come up to rub at his face, a loud grunt spilling from his lips. after all, he reminds himself with a sort of detached certainty, he is no longer *𝓈olely human. ⤸

⠀ reinforcements of social approvals, —— necessary, *𝓲𝓉 tells him, to maintain performances that live up to one’s standards —— he finds that he 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻 has grown weary of the discourse surrounding so—called *𝒽uman instincts and ⤸

⠀ being *𝓹raised . . .ᐣ ( … ) ⠀ ⠀he no longer derives gratification from commendation; not since . . . 𝓲𝓉. rather now, he seems to now diminish beneath it. where most *𝓃ormal minds are sustained by these kinds of affirmations and ⤸