If I walk outside and see a full grown man on a leash I am going to be very unhappy.
do not judge n gin for getting so easily lost 🥺 he cannot help this
Does everyone on this island need a bloody leash?
theeee better question eees where is yours? how will you ever find your way home?
There are certainly much better questions to ask. I don't need a leash, I know how to find my own way home without supervision. Never needed supervision a day in my life and I'm not about to start that now. If I manage to get myself lost in the jungle and perish then I deserve to; as good a motivation as any to know the lay of the land.
if you don’t want to become one of the Lost Ones all you must do is tie a string around your waist and the other to the item in which you do not wish to become estranged. There is no dying treasured and it is very simple, yes? Are you in need of string from n gin?
Unusually ominous choice of wording aside, I don't believe I really have any items I desperately wish to not become estranged from. I've lost more than I can account for. I'm accustomed to it. Nothing is permanent. Life is fleeting and loss is but an aspect of this cruel existence. Suppose the best that can be done is to enjoy the item while it lasts. If it lasts.
Yes life always finds a way. It is the miracle and beauty of the world. Existence is not cruel, you must find the pretty days and singing birds. They do not always find you. This is why n gin always tries to remember happy times, because as long as you do not forget them they are never lost, and life continues at its lazy daisy pace… yes… n gin hopes you can find the daisies in your own life, and that you will tie a string to them so you do not forget them.
Were I more youthful I might have agreed. I wish I still could. I once sought a brighter day, my hands outstretched for happiness far beyond my reach. For my crime, I was punished. There is much I don't remember. Days I forget myself. My name. My own face. These fleeting moments of happiness...they don't belong to me. They may belong to a man bearing my name, but not I.
These hands are not meant to hold daisies. Keep your string and your well wishes, for they would be wasted on me. Spare them for one more deserving.
n gin too has committed crimes. meester odious, you must think about the flaw in your reflection. n gin has learned we cannot correct our mistakes but we can prevent future ones. n gin has done unspeakable things, things that shame him and wake him during hours of slumber.
we carry our crimes in our souls and they burden us, yes? yes. that weight is our punishment, and part of showing our regret is to live with the purpose of aiding others. i do not know of what crime you have committed, and though you may never have forgiveness, n gin accepts you as who you are right now. he cannot forgive you, but he can offer you reprieves of solace.
[he extends his hand in kindness]
n gins accepts you. you do not need to hide from him.
