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[MiniKitty]

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You know, when things are just not fun anymore,
what is the point in continuing?

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Monique went home to her family.


I have no idea whether she'll come back. We had an argument about him. She doesn't know how to handle him in this state. One morning we woke up and our hands slid under his clothes, and where used to be a slim layer of muscles, we felt bones instead. He shrugged it off.

Whatever.

His underweight is getting worse and worse every day. He barely touches his synth packs at all. Monique got mad at him for not eating anything, yelled at him, told him he'll die like that.

Maybe it is better that way.

She left the bedroom and went downstairs. I remained at his side, reading my book. He merely rolled on his side, facing away.




I went downstairs to get a cold soda from the fridge. Monique was crying in the kitchen, so I hugged her from behind. She quickly broke away and yelled at me.

You're a psychologist, do something about it!

If only I knew what to do. I told her just that. I have no idea how to fix this issue. He is heavily depressed, and nothing I tried worked. Of course I am not a psychologist. I read a lot, and tried to get opinions from people who are. And nothing worked. In fact, I am about to force professional help upon him.

You know, when things are just not fun anymore,
what is the point in continuing?

She was, of course, referring to this relationship. It worked well for years, and even when Kris returned into Levan's life, we somehow made it work. But then they took him away from Levan, and the efforts of the past years were all in vain. He met his heroes and found out about them not being heroes at all. The Alliance Commander is nothing but a spiteful extremist, just like the Order fanatics he allows to puppeteer him. A bounty on Kris' head, instead of bountying someone who both deserves it and is an actual threat to their causes. Tilted maniacs.

When things are just not fun anymore, what is the point in continuing? Monique said that, but it might as well be Levan's exact thought for the past weeks. What's the point in continuing?



Lea Kaufman.

I know he opened his eyes for a moment, but he pretended to not hear me. I sat next to him as he was facing away from me, pretending to sleep. His PDA in my hands. It blinked when her message came in, and I opened it.

She's pretty. That's the girl from Rheinland that wants to date you, right?

No response from him. I let the message play. Casual small talk.


Don't you want to respond?

I cannot give her what she wants.

And that is?


But he didn't elaborate. Sighing, I look at her profile image. Then I put his PDA on the night stand. Despite the heat outside, the new AC cooled down the bedroom considerably. Of course he complained about the cold temperature, still preferring to sleep fully dressed in bed, his body refusing to sweat while I can't get through the day without devouring one popsicle after another. Maybe they replaced his blood with supercoolant. No idea how he defies physics like that.


Come.


I pulled him out of the bed and dragged him downstairs and outside. He didn't complain. It's in the middle of the night again. I take him to the train station. We enter, and sit down. Not a single other soul. And the train moves.

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