(he knows it's unfair of him, to demand so many answers from klavier about the cruel reality of the world. he already knows how the world is, he's known ever since he was nine years old, separated from his family and the only place he'd ever called home. the only constant in his life from that point on was clay.

and yet again, he's had family ripped away from him with no chance of ever reliving that happiness again. his live has always been a series of give and take. take him away from the family he loved dearly, give him a friend who means more than the world to him. take away his best friend he loved more than anyone, give him a boyfriend he's yearned for longer than he knows. it's irrational, illogical, but apollo already wonders how long he'll be able to have klavier in his life.

five years? maybe he'll be lucky enough to get ten. that seemed to more or less be his life limit with people. he wishes more than anything that klavier's words could be a source of comfort, relieve him of this overpowering grief he's become burdened with.

but all he's able to think of is how lonely surviving is. he's quiet, the only sound filling the room are his sobs as he tries to let klavier's words sink in, give him some peace of mind.

instead his voice is quiet, losing all fight and bite to it, more hollow than he should ever sound.) What good is surviving if I don't have anyone to live with? What... just what the hell is wrong with me? I've lost everyone.

(there's a sad, bitter laugh as that thought sets in. yeah. he's lost everyone.) Maybe I'm cursed. I'm not supposed to have anyone.