I keep thinking about the whole "love letter to fans" bullshit. Were we supposed to rejoice from the fact that they now live in our world? Because… they don't. Not Aziracrow, not Asanthony. It's a fictional rendition of our world, just as made-up at their original world. Call me naive, but I like to think audiences are still capable of telling fiction apart from reality these days.
Or is the "love letter" the fact that they sacrifised their existence to create our world? Because that's even worse! You're telling me their ineffable existence was the price for my life? That's not love, it's nothing short of the toxic Christian guilttripping "Jesus died for your sins!" that I was subjected to since birth. And it makes me sick.












