I’m sick of writing the same disclaimer at the top of everything I write. You all know, right?
By Gita Toronjil-Lee
“Get away from me!” – he says.
And yet it is he who insists upon
coming back for more.
As though being scorned were his drug.
(it would explain his choice of housemate.)
“You would say such a thing?” – he mocks.
Then he turns to Her with fawning eyes
even falser than mine.
As though he thinks he’s a better liar.
(it would explain his continued appearances here.)
“How cruel you are!” – he gasps.
He can’t understand that I return only
that which he gives out.
As though he weren’t a sinner himself.
(it would explain his fragile emotions.)
“You should be happy now,” – he says.
And through the blood and the shock I almost
believe he believes himself.
As though there could be good in death.
(...I just can’t explain him.)
I really think that part of Nephrite’s psychological makeup is that he believes people can be organized and predicted as well as any heavenly body. I also think that, since he can’t figure Zoisite out like he can Sirius, he considers him a nonentity – and that’s why he didn’t take him seriously as a threat till it was too late.
And for what it's worth, this piece for me is the equivalent of a doodle in the margins; it was scribbled on the back of some notes for my English class.