I usually don't make oneshots, but I got feels, and I usually don't get feels, so I wanted to make something while they lasted. Enjoy

I close my eyes as I speak and hear silence. No sounds, except for my own voice echoing in the empty halls of the memory. I imagine that the halls are those of the home I grew up in, and the silence was that of my master, listening intently to what I had to say. I imagine she'd smile, and when I was done, she'd actually think about what I'd said, and apreciate it.

My words sound rushed, and I try to slow down, but I'm scared. Scared somebody will tell me to shut up. I crack open an eye and see the child in front of me. He gapes at my words, either because he's amazed by what I have to say, or he's amazed someone could talk so much. I let out more bottled words that I was never able to speak before.

Never before had anyone listened. I was culled as a small child, and told to be quiet. I wasn't meant to live very long, so it wasn't thought to be worth it to even consider my words. Even the consorts in my session walked away after a few minutes of my voice. It got frustrating, and even now, I cringe rembering how abusive I got. I pause for a moment, and remind the boy to tell me if he feels such ways. I'd heard him yelling at the others, and it made me feel at ease when he stopped talking.

For the first time in awhile, I was content. He wasn't triggered, and someone was listening to me.

But it only lasts a moment. I move around to stretch my legs, come back, and he's gone, along with everyone else. I'm not sure where they went, but I feel alone again. Just like when I was sitting back home at my master's house, there was nobody to talk to, and nobody to care. Sighing, I sit down on a step and pull my sweater's collar over my face, and once more kiss my chance of being recognized goodbye.

I feel like Kan would be constantly annoyed by the others ignoring his words, and nobody would care what a short-lived mutant would have to say, so that's why he talks so much- because he's scared he won't be able to speak again. It reminds me of my one friend, who's an only child with a single mom who always works, so when she's with me she never shuts up, and I feel bad for her, so I listen, and she actually has some interesting things to say... But everyone else tells her to be quiet, waving her off as annoying. So I wrote this. Review, please, so I can improve ^u^