[You have no idea, Spike. It's not just that he's been here two months, it's that he's been here two months stuck in a tiny puny pathetic mortal body, forced to learn how to speak and communicate, put in a pointless job that means nothing, put in a house full of incessantly irritating drones, it's that his seemingly endless reserve of patience is about to be worn through, it's that he's traded one prison for another through no choice of his own, surrounded by humans who think their lives are somehow important and meaningful and don't understand the meaning of eternity, that they mean nothing at the end of times.
Jormungandr understands eternity. He understands forever. He knows what forever feels like.
And two months, yes, two short, insignificant little months, they have felt like forever.
He's silent, as all this runs through his head. And, because he is incapable and unwilling to articulate it, he simply responds with one word laden with the endless frustration that has become his life.]
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Date: 2011-08-09 05:43 pm (UTC)Jormungandr understands eternity. He understands forever. He knows what forever feels like.
And two months, yes, two short, insignificant little months, they have felt like forever.
He's silent, as all this runs through his head. And, because he is incapable and unwilling to articulate it, he simply responds with one word laden with the endless frustration that has become his life.]
Yess.