“ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it. ” from jhin ,
their rage is senile, eldritch and well-rotten --- it is an acknowledgement more than an emotion, an acceptation of their dirty ways from years well before the first. on this failing planet, they’re a disgrace, a gory nightmare, gross and nefarious: their presence alone feels thick as a victim’s blood spilled across the soil, a slick coating for the sickened to worship. a name is all they have. engraved into the back of their neck --- an attack dog’s branding, birthed to slaughter and for slaughter. a singular purpose gives them a reason to deny all else: and for that promise, that blind vow to their brittle, aberrant self, they bare their teeth, sharpen the outline of their claws --- strike a matchstick smile, wickedly, in great repulsion.
‘ i’m not scared of you, ’ juha’s voice is clear as it is unshaken. ‘ i’d rather live for another thousand wretched years than feel anything other than disgust towards you, my dear. you’re a pest, at best. a plagued flea. the only danger you carry is the disease you spread. ’