Imagine having a best friend who regularly confesses his weirdest darkest conspiracy theories about your mutually despised very uncanny and murderous leather-loving boss and suddenly losing said best friend of yours permanently to said boss after they went on one singular fishing trip on their own during which all you get to know is that their professional relationship seems to have met with what your best friend demurely calls "progress" and you see that it has fully wiped out from his brain that you both are In a Union together and instead he is now seeming to prioritise your until-recently-Mutually-despised boss' mental and physical well-being over the literal lives of all your colleagues and friends. Imagine confronting your best friend about why the hell he's trying to protect the guy (again, your boss) that killed your adoptive dad who was also his predecessor and he has no idea why he's doing what he's doing and neither do you. Imagine being token asexual pirate of the Walrus crew Billy Bones Manderley
You are Billy Bones from Robert Louis Stevenson's children's magazine adventure story Treasure Island, talking to Long John Silver from Robert Louis Stevenson's children's magazine adventure story Treasure Island, and you tell him "We survived him, you and I," and you ARE technically correct. Unfortunate for you


















