I just don't get you sometimes, dear.
And that hurts me-
You claim you don't have to live.
You claim you don't have to seek out anything you don't damn-well please to.
And what you said broke me.
"I don't have to learn about their identities, since they don't even matter to me."
I don't think you realize how much you can break a person, since you haven't even come to terms with the fact that you can make a difference.
Yes, we're in different places.
Different realms entirely-
But I live off emotion.
I need to.
I thrive in a metaphysical atmosphere.
And you don't believe anything you cannot see.
And I try my best to give you the opportunity to have an open mind.
But you get all pissed, and I unintentionally hurt myself.
You've never made me sadder than you did last night.
Through all our fickle bickering, that's gone on since forever, I never took anything to heart.
But really, though.
I don't get you sometimes.
For being the king of apathy and anarchism, your morals certainly line up well with the society you allegedly despise.
You blame your cruelty on genetics, and that isn't how things are.
I'm not perfect.
Not one bit.
But I am my own.
And I thought you belonged to yourself.
But you've decided people are only names and outside stereotypes.
Soul seems to mean nothing to you anymore.
And it makes me so sad, dear.
You're becoming the sort I want nothing more than to rebel against.
I am human being number 1,005,963,297.
But I am my actions and my chosen family and all I believe.
You see yourself merely as an onslaught of external labels.
And I cry since you are so much more.
But you are allowing yourself to be molded into one of those cookie-cutter conservatives.
I'm not even all that outwardly political.
But what you said last night.
"They don't matter to me, since they're just being too sensitive."
And all else along those lines.
That is cruelty.
And of all that you have ever been, you've never been cruel.
It terrifies me, that you see yourself as righteous.
You are a marvelous being.
You're smart and kind and my brother.
But you're so into this rebel without a cause schtick that you're abandoning all you've ever done for good.
Identity matters, since it is our souls.
And if you can't see that-
Then I don't think I can even help you anymore, dear.