And what would you do if I jumped? What would you do? Quit telling me not to, or I just might. Ha! You’re really going with the ‘You have so much to live for’ routine? I’ve heard it from the disciples of the Dahriik a million times. They come around all the time, looking for kids like me. They always tell me salvation is coming for the acaeths, but that’s crap because kids like me get forgotten. Don’t you get forgotten sometimes, Isaiah? I mean, why does your dad drop you off at this park for hours a time anyway? Doesn’t your mom want you to be at home with her?
I’m sure she’s busy. So you get to hang out in the street with me. Just think about what it would be like if you didn’t get to go home at the end of the day. What if you got to stay here, at the playground? This is my home. Here. That tunnel there is my bedroom. It has six windows and arched doorways. Isn’t that fancy? And that room there is my living space. I’ve been thinking about getting a sofa for it, but I just can’t decide on a color.
I can say what I want! That’s the great thing about the ones who are forgotten, Sai: they don’t have to listen to rules and stuff because no one is around to tell them to do better. No one is around to scold them. I love not being scolded. And no one is around to tell me not to jump off this roof.
I’m going to jump. I really am. Just shut up about it. Kids like me don’t get saved. And kids like you don’t gotta be saved, either. Come climb up here with me.
Now you’re going to cry, are you? Cut it out, Isaiah. Just let me do this. Let me jump and see what it’s like to fly through the air like you can. I can fly for a second. Just a second. It’ll be the most fun I’ve ever had, I’m sure about it.
Besides, from here, the ground is too far away to make me scared.