I came to a .. realization about something.
And it's weird. To come to a conclusion about something so significant, so impactful, knowing there's nothing I can change now. Nothing I can do .. differently. I can't undo the risk or the hurt.
Our simple life really wasn't enough for me, was it?
Spending so long fighting just so my sister could have a future. A peaceful life, outside her curse, outside of being shunned by Darkage. Outside of exile. Giving up everything I had, everything I worked for so she could be happy.
And .. that's my choice. But Slingshot gave everything up, too. And we worked. We worked so hard to achieve everything we had. His little cafe, our job nestled in the peaceful (in comparison to Thieves' Den) streets of Crossroads, our security and safety.
And it just wasn't fucking enough for me, was it? I wasn't satisfied. I felt hopeless, unfulfilled, so I risked everything for my own satisfaction. I put them in danger with my stupid vigilante work that nobody really appreciated and that hardly changed a damn thing.
Just because I needed "purpose".
Was my life not purpose enough? Was my family not purpose enough? Did I have to be so selfish, so blindsided by the heights of my childhood? Did I have to yearn so deeply for that sense of fulfillment?
Couldn't I just be grateful?
Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Vine. I'm sorry Sling. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate what we'd worked so hard to have. I'm so sorry. I'd do anything to have it back.
I promise I'll be a better brother this time.
-Shuriken ; Phighting! (Roblox) [#💚🍭 / tag fictive & kin]
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