24 años, han pasado ya 2 años. Y aún hay cosas que pesan y duelen, tal véz con la misma sintonía e intensidad de antes, porque tengo que reconocer que hay cosas que he ido soltando poco a poco, pero... Hay aún ahí un peso, y es el mismo peso de hace dos años. No con la misma intensidad, pero sí es el mismo factor.
How would a relationship between Eto and Arima work?
Hello, non! I think you’re asking me for headcanons, but I’m bad at coming up with fic headcanons on the spot so I’m going to give you a meta instead. Arima and Eto are foils, and exact opposite which is what makes their relationship an interesting one. Basically it all revolves around the idea of control, Eto takes control whenever she can, and Arima lets himself be controlled by others. I’ll cover more under the cut.
1. In the Case of Arima Kishou.
Arima has never for a single moment in his life been treated like a fully fledged human. Not only was he literally born a half-human and labeled subhuman from birth, but he was raised inside the garden in order to serve the Washuu Family.
He bows and acts subservient to his own bastard father, right in front of his half brother. It’s important to notice this one difference between Arima and Eto which is the source of all their other differences. Arima was born inside the cage, Eto was born outside of the cage.
Every single one of Arima’s actions takes place inside of this framework, this thinking mentality, he is always inside the cage no matter what he does. That’s why even his attempts at rebellion he does while still pretending to be inside the cage and loyal to the Washuu.
Arima was raised to be a tool. As a result he only knows how to be a tool. He doesn’t see himself as anything other than that, nor does he see any future possibilities for himself. There are two things that prevent him from trying to be anything other than a tool. The first being that even if Arima tried to live his own life, he would be dead in a few years anyway. He sees his time as already up.
The second is that Arima HATES himself. He doesn’t believe he deserves to be anything other than a tool. He feels such intense guilt for killing people for so long under the Washuu’s orders that even if a second chance were offered to him he wouldn’t take it.
This is also a flaw shared between Arima and Eto. Both of them hate the world that created them. However, because they were so shaped by that world they can’t really see themselves being any better than the system that made them. They seek to deestroy the system, but they themselves can’t come up with anything better to replace it, which is why both of them pawn the job off on someone else.
Arima hates the world he lives in, and also hates himself the same way Eto does but he’s too broken himself to fix it. He doens’t even think he can be fixed. Arima, always, always, views himself as a tool. Even in his act of rebellion, he’s merely becoming Eto’s tool rather than the tool of the Washuu.
2. In the Case of Yoshimura Eto
If Arima sees himself as a tool then Eto sees herself as an author. Arima was born inside, Eto was born outside. Eto’s perspective will always, always, always be that of an outsider looking in unable to join anyone else. In a way that relationship is convenient for them. Arima wants someone to control him, and Eto wants to pretend to be in control.
Eto views herself as an author writing the story of the world. Authors have complete and total control of a fictional world. In essence they’re the gods of the worlds they create. Eto herself even flirts with the idea of being like god.
God granted people knowledge, and power, and she’s seen granting both to other characters. She gives an apple to Kanae to give her power. She constantly gives away information about V and the Washuu to Kaneki in an attempt to sway him to her side, and into doing what she wants.
The same way that Arima is just so good at performing his job as a CCG Officer, Eto is just so good at reading people and predicting their actions that she can manipulate them to a certain extent. She’s usually so good at manipulating that she can pretend she is in control when she isn’t. She’s good enough, that she imagines herself as the author creating all these scenarios.
However, she ends up roughly in the same place as Arima. Neither of them is able to move past the circumstances that created them. Arima can’t stop being a prisoner in the cage, and Eto will never not be an outsider. Which is why Eto, who likes to pretend to be in control, her final action is to beg.
Arima always chose to give up control, Eto always chose to take it, however they were both equally broken to the point where neither of them thought they could continue on, which is why ultiamtely we see coming from two different places they share the same fate: both of them choose to die together.
Aveces para tener un cambio positivo en la vida debes de hacer decisiones importantes, donde tal vez cambies de lugar. Para mi el cambiar de lugar significo mucho tiempo de reflexión donde sentí un vacío pero a la vez, con el tiempo, ese vacío se convirtió en un mundo lleno de amor propio y de reflexionar como es que me debo de dar a respetar. Las palabras me hieren pero solo las mías. Si alguna persona comenta sobre mi apariencia física se como darle la vuelta, pero si algún día me critico a mi misma se que eso me puede llevar a un mundo gris. La clave es hablarse bonito y amarse mucho.
jueves, 26 de agosto de 2021. 11:25 a.m.
EQUIFINALIDAD O V.
Las ideas aquí propuestas son de calidad, pero carecen de organización como las grandes verdades ocultas en las pequeñas fabulas, juegos o cuentos de niños.
Un ojo muerto para la visión. Estoy inmóvil y no veo a menos que otro me vea a mí. Cuando ese ojo muerto miró a los cielos, ¿qué es lo que vio? ¡Nada!... ¡DIOS NO EXISTE! Porque si Dios está mirando hacia usted, ¿No querría mirar usted hacia él? Al leer estas palabras y que resonaran por mucho tiempo en mi mente, tanto así que terminé escribiéndolo aquí, comencé a ser diferente y llegué a la conclusión de que tal vez he sido creado diferente al resto. ¿Se había planeado que a esta edad o tiempo de mi vida comenzara a darme cuenta de cosas que otros no se dan cuenta?... ¿Por qué ahora y no después? ¿Por qué ahora y no antes? … Puede que nada de esto tenga sentido. Al igual que como no tiene sentido ni significado estar aquí. Y sí, ahí; justo ahí tiene sentido. TODO LO QUE HE VISTO SE ME HA CONCEBIDO POR VIVIR Y ESTAR MUERTO A LA VEZ, POR SABER QUE NO TIENE SENTIDO NI SIGNIFICADO ESTAR AQUÍ.
Ya me he dado cuenta, pero ahora, ¿qué haré con la verdad que cargo como cruz?... Romperé el huevo de la cabra negra. Todo, completamente todo es un solo circulo y vuelve a repetirse; un bucle infinito que no se rompe al menos que “ellos” desistan. Hoy por hoy, intentaré romper ese sueño, ese bucle, ese INFINITO. “Esta jaula de pájaros está distorsionada y quiere arrastrarme a ella, quiero romper eso” Al apoderarme de esas palabras y grabarlas en mi cuerpo y alma, inmediatamente el tiempo y espacio para mí se tornó diferente. Noté como dejé de vivir como los otros. Los otros con una tranquilidad casi que relajante caminan sin darse cuenta de mi incomodidad. Son y están ciegos, no sienten como lo he comenzado a hacer yo. Me siento rojo y ellos blancos. Miré a los cielos para intentar juzgar a los de arriba con mi mirada o buscar respuestas y en ese momento el cielo se abrió como si fuese a iluminar este nefasto mundo y vi en los cielos, un enorme ojo… ¿Quién o qué es ese monstruo que está en los cielos?
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