been thinking about logistics of me ending up in this system. i know a bunch of folks here are perfectly fine with thinking of themselves as fragments of the original person & perceptions of the character rather than the character. and i know a bunch believe they just jumped universes and ended up in this body and were ultimately alive when the jump happened.
and then there's me. i know for a fact i died before being reincarnated here. i don't know when or where or what was the situation, but i know it was vigilante-related. can't remember anything more than that though, i start getting brain fog if i try. the curse of a dissociative disorder i guess </3
but! well! i should probably be grateful for the second chance? even if this life kind of sucks and i don't have my family here (i cant even call them or message them or hear their voices again or—) and yeah. yeah okay. i'm still alive though! and even if i can't have my family the same way i would have them in my past life, i can have them. they still exist. not all is lost!
- dick grayson/nightwing, #🪶featherwing #fictive