[He doesn't think he's being rude. Telling Monika she would have done better if she weren't in a rush was actually his way of saying 'You were rushed, so it wasn't your best effort.' He's trying to say something positive!
But no one can read his mind. And it takes a while to get used to how he speaks and what he means. He sighs, running claws through his hair before he decides to relinquish the journal. If Monika opens it to a dog-eared page, she'll find the following poem:]
no monsters here my hands in the air like i care a desperate prayer but no one is there
i look around me baby face boy welcomed in one month, new family crowned more peace for him than i’ve ever found more rest for her than i’ve ever downed in 1,000 years more than i could ever have
world where being alone becomes grouping together to survive world where grouping together becomes becoming friends world where becoming friends becomes feeling safer
only a monster here
friendship gives access to ignorance ‘where is the way home’ no one asks often anymore waiting to die but waiting together like lead in the water a false sense of security dulling their senses
replace my idea of friends with self-reliance replace my dreams with being alone replace my family with a sparrow
“welcome travelers! don’t panic” forced welcome plays on a loop
i just want to be with monsters i want my own life i share my bed with a sparrow in the dark they have a house and a party in the yard
someday i’ll take an airship to nowhere and hope their house burns to the ground
[But before she can start reading, he turns his head away, trying to hide how anxious he is. The feelings expressed in the poem aren't intimate to him. They're hateful, bound to make him unpopular. She can know. She's seen him with an arm. She knows what he is.]
no subject
But no one can read his mind. And it takes a while to get used to how he speaks and what he means. He sighs, running claws through his hair before he decides to relinquish the journal. If Monika opens it to a dog-eared page, she'll find the following poem:]
no monsters here
my hands in the air like i care
a desperate prayer
but no one is there
i look around me
baby face boy welcomed
in one month, new family crowned
more peace for him than i’ve ever found
more rest for her than i’ve ever downed
in 1,000 years
more than i could ever have
world where being alone becomes grouping together to survive
world where grouping together becomes becoming friends
world where becoming friends becomes feeling safer
only a monster here
friendship gives access to ignorance
‘where is the way home’
no one asks often anymore
waiting to die but waiting together
like lead in the water
a false sense of security
dulling their senses
replace my idea of friends with self-reliance
replace my dreams with being alone
replace my family with a sparrow
“welcome travelers! don’t panic”
forced welcome plays on a loop
i just want to be with monsters
i want my own life
i share my bed with a sparrow in the dark
they have a house and a party in the yard
someday
i’ll take an airship to nowhere
and hope their house burns to the ground
[But before she can start reading, he turns his head away, trying to hide how anxious he is. The feelings expressed in the poem aren't intimate to him. They're hateful, bound to make him unpopular. She can know. She's seen him with an arm. She knows what he is.]
Don't get your hopes up. It's nothing good.