I'm still... thinking about what I witnessed the other day.
A more doomed version of myself made it safely to the tower of the fallen, just for Thanatos to collect the soul of our late employer to pay off fucking Giratina. and what did that recent fallen do? they fucking followed him! Somebody just like me, the moment they got released from this mortal coil, immediately goes off on a fucking wild goose chase because "I don't want him to go alone".
He was an abuser! he abused all of us in the 312-1021 range! And yet...
What is it that I see in him? to the point that when everything is stripped away, I still see something worth pursuing?
what the hell is wrong with me...










