i remember death being kind of nice. in the "what a pleasant dream" way. dying hurt, but after i died, it stopped. the last thing i remember is the unbearable burn of an explosion mixed with other injuries (trying to shield sheila—), and then everything was simple and peaceful. not warm, not cold, just comfortable enough. like relaxing in the sun on a warm summer day (extreme rarity in gotham, lmao).
and like. i don't want to die. i like being given a second (actually that's more like a fourth at this point but anyway) chance to life. but i can't deny death was. nice?? kind????? how do i even describe it without sounding suicidal. i promise i'm not.
though, don't die, kids. there are so many things in this world that are worth living for and also no deus ex machina resurrection like what happened to me. things always have the potential to turn out for the better. don't give up.
- jason todd, #🪶featherwing #fictive
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