The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.
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The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.
"That seat's taken. Get in the back."
"You're saving that seat for your attitude?"
@speakerforminerva, @non-bunnary, @wearevengeancenow
Because with a character, who through his whole character-development arch learns that his impulsive anger reaction are no good for him and who in the end of his character-arch decides that forgiveness and mercy are the only true path for him out of his pain and grief...
to give this kind of character a vengeance-regardless-of-consequences-end is of course so realistic and truly manly and yadda, yadda manpain....
yeah, I did say, that was enough salt. Let’s not poke this other bag any further.
So instead, a heartfelt ‘thank you’ o all those, who have told me, that they find the way I play Sebastian more realistic, or who’ve chosen to give his DLC a chance because of my interpretation if his character.
The funny thing is: When I started this blog, I was vastly infdifferent to this character. The only true reason to do this, was that after I playing his DLC, I was like: “Boy Howdy! That was some dilletantic writing, right there. Too bad, there were a lot of plot-points with interesting potential. What a waste! Wonder, if I could fix that?”
And here we are now! 8D
Hahahahahhaaahahhahaha That might be a problem
You could’ve been everything to me. Now I need therapy.
This sounded pretty and now I'm sad
I want to flip tables, I want to smash glasses, I want to break down doors and scream until my voice disappears. I want to rip out my own lungs so maybe I could breathe easily again. I want to cut out my stomach so I don't feel like I'm about to throw up. I want to gag my mind, and tear my heart out, so the voices stop and I no longer feel the pain from being alone. I want to see proof that I'm alive. I want to make everything stop and see my life waver between my fingers. Maybe then I could appreciate the pain. All I need is to be held. By someone I love. That is all I ask.