So no one can see us, Now. Not here, not in this place. We are alone for awhile, as you may have feared. Or perhaps not. I would like to hear your thoughts on that some time. But that does not seem possible, even now. You know all you need to know to reach me. I think I did exactly what you wanted me to, except that, well, I suppose I lack that killer instinct. Not wanting to view you as prey. This is what it comes to, the state of emotional calculations as observed from outside.

This will be known as "The Killer Instinct Post" some time in the future, if and when we talk about it again. If I am just like them, you are just like me. There is no out of that line.

I want you here with me now. And now. And now. And now.

Simple impossibility has never before been a barrier to me in this life. It is, rather, a doorway into the future.

You are the impossibility. You are the doorway into the future.

[removing the possessive p.o.v.]