Delphi
An oracle
In which only Apollo
God of the sun
Of poetry
Of medicine
Of archery
Of honesty
Of the muses
And of the oracles
Only he yielded the keys
Forged of golden Ichor and tears
Casted into the plated nook of Hades armor
And cooled in the deepest reaches of the seas and the highest high of the heavens
That gave way to the oracles heart
And perhaps she loved him
He who was as warm as the sunlight which kissed lovingly on her skin
He who could breathe not one lie, but rather spoke the truth with a voice soft
He who sang merrily through halls and merry met ears who pondered in to listen

Yes, perhaps she loved him.
Perhaps that is why she took him by his hand
And murmured words sacred
As she passed the key to him
Unneeding to utter what she wanted
He already knew

Perhaps that is why she stayed behind
Watching as others loved him as she did
But never the same
Perhaos because she knew she couldn't have him
So the best she could do
Was give him her heart
And hope he would cherish it

Maybe you don't understand.
Maybe you do
I really can't tell any longer.

It's not easy to do this.
Not easy to push you away.
Not easy to try and keep myself from becoming attached.

You ask why.
Why push you away?
Can't you see
Why?!

You will only leave when the battle is over!
I'm not useful
I'm not any sort of advantage
And if I was I'm not a big enough advantage for you to stay

So why do I push you away?
Because I don't need the delusion of someone I never had.
Someone who left when I was young.

I've kept myself alive since I was 12 with no one to help me.
So why would I ever need you now?!

". . ."

Heh..
Nothing to say?
That's what I thought-

"Your right"

"You don't need me."

I-
...
There is a profound difference between 'Need'
And 'Want'

"When you get what you need, you don't need it anymore"

When you get what you want
You want to keep it as long as you can.

"why are you telling me this?"

Because I don't need you here.
. . .
I /want/ you here.