I feel utterly worthless.
"You're a weed waving among the brick and stone."
See? Worthless.
"You ability to thrive truly has shown."
What .. do you mean?
"Your strength, my dear, I'm so proud you've grown!"
There among the bare gravel, where there's very little that's green, a lone dandelion is visited by a butterfly. -- Anon Guest
It's easy to devalue yourself when nobody else finds you worthy. It's easy to not wish to be part of a world that hates you for drawing breath. It's therefore no shock that a Hellkin found herself on the edge of a cliff, pondering the fast and deadly path to the bottom.
Truce almost got the life scared out of her by a voice behind her. "Long way down."
"Why do you care?" she snapped. She'd almost leaped to her death without any deeper thought into the matter than unadulterated panic. Nobody had cared about her existence before today, and she doubted this stranger cared about her at all. She suspected that, in a moment, she would hear all about how her presence was polluting the purity of the picturesque view.
"I live in a set of caves under this cliff. Picking up dead bodies from the bottom is grim, messy, and smelly work. I'd really rather you didn't give me more of the same. Besides, you're not going to give them the satisfaction, are you?"
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