Despite all their differences, ‘A’ and NightMaiden manage (only just manage) to coexist harmoniously.

Actually, it’s quite difficult to tell ‘A’ from NightMaiden, but if ‘A’ hadn’t been given a name, these ficlets wouldn’t make sense, would they? (Or do they not make sense anyway?)

If someone said something like: “Hey, ‘A’, what do you think about my new jeans?”

‘A’ would probably respond: “They’re cool,” if the jeans are cool, “Meh…” if they’re not that good, and: “Go get a refund,” if they’re hideous.

But NightMaiden, on the other hand, whatever the appearance of the jeans, is probably trying to get plot devices from an inanimate object.

‘A’ doesn’t wonder what passers-by are doing at the moment and why exactly they’re doing it, but NightMaiden does.

‘A’ doesn’t see a crisis because she’s melodramatic…but NightMaiden does.

‘A’ doesn’t…

Wait, what am I saying? Of course ‘A’ loves doing those things!

Well, you know what? Screw this.

I am NightMaiden.

And that’s the way it’ll stay.