FUCK BRUM
not just for what he did but for what he made matthias believe. for turning a grieving boy into a weapon and then calling it love.
he didn’t raise matthias. he reprogrammed him. he found a boy who lost everything and whispered, “good. now you’re mine.”
brum called him his “favorite pupil.”
matthias called him father.
FUCK BRUM
for feeding him obedience and calling it pride, for punishing softness, for crucifying doubt, for burying the real boy so deep he couldn’t hear his own voice anymore.
how many times did matthias think “what would brum do?”
thinking that was morality? how many times did he choose hate just to feel worthy?
and when he finally broke free, when he said no, said it’s poison, said i won’t drink it anymore, brum shot him.
and matthias still begged nina not to kill him.
STILL he begged mercy for the man who raised him to hate mercy.
FUCK BRUM
for surviving the boy he destroyed. for blaming nina, blaming joran, blaming everyone but himself. you don’t get to kill your son and call it patriotism, you piece of shit. YOU DON’T GET TO GRIEVE FOR HIM. YOU DON’T GET TO CRY OVER THE ASHES YOU LIT.
you didn’t love him. you used him. and the worst part, he believed you did.



















