I think the son would fall into even deeper despair: he originally thought his good father had finally come back, but one day he realizes that the human skin was fake —underneath it is still that terrifying, pitch-black, unknown thing.
I think the son would fall into even deeper despair: he originally thought his good father had finally come back, but one day he realizes that the human skin was fake —underneath it is still that terrifying, pitch-black, unknown thing.
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but don’t forget the one standing behind him—Minegishi, browless, silent, staring with that cold, hungry look.
His desires and his sins run just as deep.
Maybe deeper.
but don’t forget the one standing behind him—Minegishi, browless, silent, staring with that cold, hungry look.
His desires and his sins run just as deep.
Maybe deeper.
• they’re both stupid in the same delightful, brain-rotted way, drifting through life like two chaos gremlins,
or
• they’re both the kind of monsters who rot from the marrow outward—no redemption, no pretending otherwise.
• they’re both stupid in the same delightful, brain-rotted way, drifting through life like two chaos gremlins,
or
• they’re both the kind of monsters who rot from the marrow outward—no redemption, no pretending otherwise.
right before he dies, or right before everything collapses for him,
he grabs the elf’s arm and asks,
Did I ever start to mean anything to you
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right before he dies, or right before everything collapses for him,
he grabs the elf’s arm and asks,
Did I ever start to mean anything to you
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If he lived in this setting, he’d have to leave a bold, messy mark on the world as a human —
and of course, it wouldn’t be in any kind of noble way.
If he lived in this setting, he’d have to leave a bold, messy mark on the world as a human —
and of course, it wouldn’t be in any kind of noble way.