Of Fire

I had a long talk with the roommate of the person who committed suicide. I feel like shit still, that there wasn't anything I could've done to save this person, simply because a very amazing and talented person has been lost. But now that I'm not just shocked about the whole situation, it really wasn't my fault. His actions were his choice. It doesn't make what he did hurt any less. But it ...isn't my fault.

And while all that was going on last night, I had someone trying to tell me that because I accepted a virtual hug on the Interwebs it means I'm still human.

And I'm a little ashamed to admit I kind of snapped at him. Not hard but enough. See, I feel that primarily I am a Nobody. I'm not quite sure there really is a difference between nobodies and humans or if that's just ingrained Organization training. But either way, being called human still feels weird to me. I guess I should explore that in my own mind further. I think it bothered me more because he was implying without meaning to that nobodies can't have emotions. Which we do. Obviously.

Ah well. I'm going to try to play KoL now. Oh and enabling scripts means I can read in-game info.