heart of gold. escaped from literal hell
memory loss. kinda a bitch, but working on it
autistic self sacrificial bastard. did NOT need to die to prove you were worthy
scary as fuck. needs to get used to this whole "emotions" and "talking to people" thing
"oh yeah, him? he's a rescue"
"these fuckers fucked up my job and now i'm fucking stuck with them"
you don't have to objectify yourself to be worthy or to not be lonely. have you considered friends and therapy instead?
the weight of the world's a heavy one to bear all by yourself. yes, the horrors are immense, but it is not your responsibility to hold them all off alone. you don't have to put up a front of happiness, of always being the hero. it's okay to be sad, it's okay to be angry. your father fucking sucked, but you are not, and will never be him. you can be better than him. i promise.