Vergilius is the same way. It's an uphill battle with your sort, but I do understand.

[ feel how she wants... she will. it's not like anyone can stop her, and she can't stop herself; she couldn't in any life she lived. ]

March and I are like that for different reasons, but they're sort of similar too, I guess... Neither of us are really good at letting things go. Or people. Hers is because of her memory, I think, but mine is just because...

... because I'm still trying to fill an emptiness inside of me, probably.

[ well. she can confess it to one person, maybe. drinking. ]