There was a time where such a question would have been easy to answer; myself. Why should I care about anything more than myself? I am the only one I can count on to get through anything. Others will always let me down. Sure they may not mean to but in the end it will be their own hides they want to save more than my own.
But as I said, that was my answer before I began to care about what happened to another living being. I am not so sure that I care more for his well being than my own but I believe that it just might be pretty close. I am still not pleased about this development.
I prefer to not care about anything else but my own entertainment and safety. Worrying about the well being of others is just a waste of time, right? And yet I know without a doubt that I care about Marion. It is something I will always have trouble coming to terms with thanks to my upbringing but it is something I am beginning to believe I would not want to trade in for anything. Why is that? That question will just have to be answered another time because delving anymore into this subject is bound to make me very cranky.
((OOC)) Character: Celena Ducayne Prompt: July 2007 -- 005. Word Count: 221 Rating: G Comments or RP welcome here