Get used to them. Sure. Right. Fantastic. Get used to the fucking thing that killed everyone I loved turning me into something— who even knows what. Who knows when it'll stop, either?
The Bifrost will always leave its mark. Don't let it control you, but don't fear everything it gives you- you never know, it may one day prove helpful.
Don't let it control me. And how the hell am I supposed to do that? It got into my mind already— nobody can tell me how to stop it from spreading, nobody can tell me how to get it out—
I'm not going to be any help to anyone if I'm trying to kill them. Again.
You know how you're told not to let fear get to you in training, that sometimes the first thing you think is the last thing you should do? The Bifrost is like that.
Remember who you have. Remember that you're not alone and you're not there anymore.
You're not the Bifrost. You're Lyfrassir Edda.
You're not the only one of us the Bifrost effects.
I've learned letting my fear get ahead of me- not sleeping for fear of what I'll see- it doesn't help. It makes it worse.
And what if there's no getting better? What if I'm just—
I was stuck. And I got out, because— it wants me to just spread this, and I don't— is it really just going to let me live? What use am I to it if I still have free will?
Help people. I— all my life, I've tried to help people, and I've barely managed to do anything but fuck it up. Decided to be a cop to help people, couldn't do shit— ended the world, and now—
Now I'm just here, and I can't even help myself, much less anyone else, and— even if I try, there's no way I won't just fuck it up again. Try to kill someone else this time. End another world.
Can't do much of anything. Can't even— pilot the damn ship, according to Nastya.
Even if I do manage to help people, how many more am I going to hurt in the process? How many am I going to hurt by— being this? By being a part of it?
Nastya doesn't think anybody fleshy can pilot a ship.
Do not let your fear control you. You may hurt people- but what if you're not able to save someone because you refuse to tap into it when you need it most?
I'm not worried about my fear controlling me. I'm worried about it getting into my head again. And I'm not going to be able to save anyone if it— fucking decides I'm free real estate again.
...I don't know too much about it getting into my head- maybe speak to Stell about that. I'm- well think of me as a fish that can swim through memories when I sleep in the most basic of terms.
My Bifrost is an ocean.
Maybe-
...
They're not Bifrost affected- they have something else going on, but Spiral may know something helpful. Insanity and all that. They know something about hurting when trying to help.
Get used to them. Sure. Right. Fantastic. Get used to the fucking thing that killed everyone I loved turning me into something— who even knows what. Who knows when it'll stop, either?
The Bifrost will always leave its mark. Don't let it control you, but don't fear everything it gives you- you never know, it may one day prove helpful.
Don't let it control me. And how the hell am I supposed to do that? It got into my mind already— nobody can tell me how to stop it from spreading, nobody can tell me how to get it out—
I'm not going to be any help to anyone if I'm trying to kill them. Again.
You know how you're told not to let fear get to you in training, that sometimes the first thing you think is the last thing you should do? The Bifrost is like that.
Remember who you have. Remember that you're not alone and you're not there anymore.
You're not the Bifrost. You're Lyfrassir Edda.
You're not the only one of us the Bifrost effects.
I've learned letting my fear get ahead of me- not sleeping for fear of what I'll see- it doesn't help. It makes it worse.
And what if there's no getting better? What if I'm just—
I was stuck. And I got out, because— it wants me to just spread this, and I don't— is it really just going to let me live? What use am I to it if I still have free will?
Help people. I— all my life, I've tried to help people, and I've barely managed to do anything but fuck it up. Decided to be a cop to help people, couldn't do shit— ended the world, and now—
Now I'm just here, and I can't even help myself, much less anyone else, and— even if I try, there's no way I won't just fuck it up again. Try to kill someone else this time. End another world.
Can't do much of anything. Can't even— pilot the damn ship, according to Nastya.
Even if I do manage to help people, how many more am I going to hurt in the process? How many am I going to hurt by— being this? By being a part of it?
Nastya doesn't think anybody fleshy can pilot a ship.
Do not let your fear control you. You may hurt people- but what if you're not able to save someone because you refuse to tap into it when you need it most?
I'm not worried about my fear controlling me. I'm worried about it getting into my head again. And I'm not going to be able to save anyone if it— fucking decides I'm free real estate again.
...I don't know too much about it getting into my head- maybe speak to Stell about that. I'm- well think of me as a fish that can swim through memories when I sleep in the most basic of terms.
My Bifrost is an ocean.
Maybe-
...
They're not Bifrost affected- they have something else going on, but Spiral may know something helpful. Insanity and all that. They know something about hurting when trying to help.
Get used to them. Sure. Right. Fantastic. Get used to the fucking thing that killed everyone I loved turning me into something— who even knows what. Who knows when it'll stop, either?
The Bifrost will always leave its mark. Don't let it control you, but don't fear everything it gives you- you never know, it may one day prove helpful.
Don't let it control me. And how the hell am I supposed to do that? It got into my mind already— nobody can tell me how to stop it from spreading, nobody can tell me how to get it out—
I'm not going to be any help to anyone if I'm trying to kill them. Again.
You know how you're told not to let fear get to you in training, that sometimes the first thing you think is the last thing you should do? The Bifrost is like that.
Remember who you have. Remember that you're not alone and you're not there anymore.
You're not the Bifrost. You're Lyfrassir Edda.
You're not the only one of us the Bifrost effects.
I've learned letting my fear get ahead of me- not sleeping for fear of what I'll see- it doesn't help. It makes it worse.
And what if there's no getting better? What if I'm just—
I was stuck. And I got out, because— it wants me to just spread this, and I don't— is it really just going to let me live? What use am I to it if I still have free will?
Help people. I— all my life, I've tried to help people, and I've barely managed to do anything but fuck it up. Decided to be a cop to help people, couldn't do shit— ended the world, and now—
Now I'm just here, and I can't even help myself, much less anyone else, and— even if I try, there's no way I won't just fuck it up again. Try to kill someone else this time. End another world.
Can't do much of anything. Can't even— pilot the damn ship, according to Nastya.
Even if I do manage to help people, how many more am I going to hurt in the process? How many am I going to hurt by— being this? By being a part of it?
Nastya doesn't think anybody fleshy can pilot a ship.
Do not let your fear control you. You may hurt people- but what if you're not able to save someone because you refuse to tap into it when you need it most?
I'm not worried about my fear controlling me. I'm worried about it getting into my head again. And I'm not going to be able to save anyone if it— fucking decides I'm free real estate again.
...I don't know too much about it getting into my head- maybe speak to Stell about that. I'm- well think of me as a fish that can swim through memories when I sleep in the most basic of terms.
My Bifrost is an ocean.
Maybe-
...
They're not Bifrost affected- they have something else going on, but Spiral may know something helpful. Insanity and all that. They know something about hurting when trying to help.
Get used to them. Sure. Right. Fantastic. Get used to the fucking thing that killed everyone I loved turning me into something— who even knows what. Who knows when it'll stop, either?
The Bifrost will always leave its mark. Don't let it control you, but don't fear everything it gives you- you never know, it may one day prove helpful.
Don't let it control me. And how the hell am I supposed to do that? It got into my mind already— nobody can tell me how to stop it from spreading, nobody can tell me how to get it out—
I'm not going to be any help to anyone if I'm trying to kill them. Again.
You know how you're told not to let fear get to you in training, that sometimes the first thing you think is the last thing you should do? The Bifrost is like that.
Remember who you have. Remember that you're not alone and you're not there anymore.
You're not the Bifrost. You're Lyfrassir Edda.
You're not the only one of us the Bifrost effects.
I've learned letting my fear get ahead of me- not sleeping for fear of what I'll see- it doesn't help. It makes it worse.
And what if there's no getting better? What if I'm just—
I was stuck. And I got out, because— it wants me to just spread this, and I don't— is it really just going to let me live? What use am I to it if I still have free will?
Help people. I— all my life, I've tried to help people, and I've barely managed to do anything but fuck it up. Decided to be a cop to help people, couldn't do shit— ended the world, and now—
Now I'm just here, and I can't even help myself, much less anyone else, and— even if I try, there's no way I won't just fuck it up again. Try to kill someone else this time. End another world.
Can't do much of anything. Can't even— pilot the damn ship, according to Nastya.
Even if I do manage to help people, how many more am I going to hurt in the process? How many am I going to hurt by— being this? By being a part of it?
Nastya doesn't think anybody fleshy can pilot a ship.
Do not let your fear control you. You may hurt people- but what if you're not able to save someone because you refuse to tap into it when you need it most?
Get used to them. Sure. Right. Fantastic. Get used to the fucking thing that killed everyone I loved turning me into something— who even knows what. Who knows when it'll stop, either?
The Bifrost will always leave its mark. Don't let it control you, but don't fear everything it gives you- you never know, it may one day prove helpful.
Don't let it control me. And how the hell am I supposed to do that? It got into my mind already— nobody can tell me how to stop it from spreading, nobody can tell me how to get it out—
I'm not going to be any help to anyone if I'm trying to kill them. Again.
You know how you're told not to let fear get to you in training, that sometimes the first thing you think is the last thing you should do? The Bifrost is like that.
Remember who you have. Remember that you're not alone and you're not there anymore.
You're not the Bifrost. You're Lyfrassir Edda.
You're not the only one of us the Bifrost effects.
I've learned letting my fear get ahead of me- not sleeping for fear of what I'll see- it doesn't help. It makes it worse.
And what if there's no getting better? What if I'm just—
I was stuck. And I got out, because— it wants me to just spread this, and I don't— is it really just going to let me live? What use am I to it if I still have free will?
Help people. I— all my life, I've tried to help people, and I've barely managed to do anything but fuck it up. Decided to be a cop to help people, couldn't do shit— ended the world, and now—
Now I'm just here, and I can't even help myself, much less anyone else, and— even if I try, there's no way I won't just fuck it up again. Try to kill someone else this time. End another world.
Get used to them. Sure. Right. Fantastic. Get used to the fucking thing that killed everyone I loved turning me into something— who even knows what. Who knows when it'll stop, either?
The Bifrost will always leave its mark. Don't let it control you, but don't fear everything it gives you- you never know, it may one day prove helpful.
Don't let it control me. And how the hell am I supposed to do that? It got into my mind already— nobody can tell me how to stop it from spreading, nobody can tell me how to get it out—
I'm not going to be any help to anyone if I'm trying to kill them. Again.
You know how you're told not to let fear get to you in training, that sometimes the first thing you think is the last thing you should do? The Bifrost is like that.
Remember who you have. Remember that you're not alone and you're not there anymore.
You're not the Bifrost. You're Lyfrassir Edda.
You're not the only one of us the Bifrost effects.
I've learned letting my fear get ahead of me- not sleeping for fear of what I'll see- it doesn't help. It makes it worse.
And what if there's no getting better? What if I'm just—
I was stuck. And I got out, because— it wants me to just spread this, and I don't— is it really just going to let me live? What use am I to it if I still have free will?
Get used to them. Sure. Right. Fantastic. Get used to the fucking thing that killed everyone I loved turning me into something— who even knows what. Who knows when it'll stop, either?
The Bifrost will always leave its mark. Don't let it control you, but don't fear everything it gives you- you never know, it may one day prove helpful.
Don't let it control me. And how the hell am I supposed to do that? It got into my mind already— nobody can tell me how to stop it from spreading, nobody can tell me how to get it out—
I'm not going to be any help to anyone if I'm trying to kill them. Again.
You know how you're told not to let fear get to you in training, that sometimes the first thing you think is the last thing you should do? The Bifrost is like that.
Remember who you have. Remember that you're not alone and you're not there anymore.
You're not the Bifrost. You're Lyfrassir Edda.
You're not the only one of us the Bifrost effects.
I've learned letting my fear get ahead of me- not sleeping for fear of what I'll see- it doesn't help. It makes it worse.
Get used to them. Sure. Right. Fantastic. Get used to the fucking thing that killed everyone I loved turning me into something— who even knows what. Who knows when it'll stop, either?
The Bifrost will always leave its mark. Don't let it control you, but don't fear everything it gives you- you never know, it may one day prove helpful.
He's complicated- all people are. But well- once you understand how he ticks you understand him.
Like- mine will do anything to make sure I'm okay- Hel he went to Carmilla with me when no one else could help me- made sure she didn't do anything besides fix the bifrost in my leg.
He's been hovering and fussing since then.
They all have really- in their own ways.
Nastya insists that she needs to make sure I'm not being stupid, Raphaella isn't subtle- doesn't try. Ivy just sits and reads while I do things.
Though there is one thing you're probably missing. It explains a lot about how he is.
You went to... Carmilla for repairs? I'd recommend double checking for trackers. And triple checking. She got at least one in my arm, and Nastya's trying to make something to see if there's any others.
I'm not planning on talking to her to get any such promise. And as I said, I've seen what she can do with a flute. And why would she care about me in the slightest?
He's complicated- all people are. But well- once you understand how he ticks you understand him.
Like- mine will do anything to make sure I'm okay- Hel he went to Carmilla with me when no one else could help me- made sure she didn't do anything besides fix the bifrost in my leg.
He's been hovering and fussing since then.
They all have really- in their own ways.
Nastya insists that she needs to make sure I'm not being stupid, Raphaella isn't subtle- doesn't try. Ivy just sits and reads while I do things.
Though there is one thing you're probably missing. It explains a lot about how he is.
You went to... Carmilla for repairs? I'd recommend double checking for trackers. And triple checking. She got at least one in my arm, and Nastya's trying to make something to see if there's any others.
I'm not planning on talking to her to get any such promise. And as I said, I've seen what she can do with a flute. And why would she care about me in the slightest?
He's complicated- all people are. But well- once you understand how he ticks you understand him.
Like- mine will do anything to make sure I'm okay- Hel he went to Carmilla with me when no one else could help me- made sure she didn't do anything besides fix the bifrost in my leg.
He's been hovering and fussing since then.
They all have really- in their own ways.
Nastya insists that she needs to make sure I'm not being stupid, Raphaella isn't subtle- doesn't try. Ivy just sits and reads while I do things.
Though there is one thing you're probably missing. It explains a lot about how he is.
You went to... Carmilla for repairs? I'd recommend double checking for trackers. And triple checking. She got at least one in my arm, and Nastya's trying to make something to see if there's any others.
He's complicated- all people are. But well- once you understand how he ticks you understand him.
Like- mine will do anything to make sure I'm okay- Hel he went to Carmilla with me when no one else could help me- made sure she didn't do anything besides fix the bifrost in my leg.
He's been hovering and fussing since then.
They all have really- in their own ways.
Nastya insists that she needs to make sure I'm not being stupid, Raphaella isn't subtle- doesn't try. Ivy just sits and reads while I do things.
Though there is one thing you're probably missing. It explains a lot about how he is.
You went to... Carmilla for repairs? I'd recommend double checking for trackers. And triple checking. She got at least one in my arm, and Nastya's trying to make something to see if there's any others.