#teslafictive

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Our Tesla fictive wants to say happy birthday to her brothers and that she's very proud of them and believes in both of them and their growth. If you ever want- not need, want- help, please, don't be afraid to reach out for it. You *both* deserve "peace and love" for yourselves. (Sorry if this isn't acceptable mpc, she can't type herself so she asked me to pass the message along. The source is trigun)

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[wilted petals on the half-frozen ground. I love my brothers. You were both blind.]

Tesla, trigun (fictive, translated by headmate)

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Tag as fictive, please?

As both The OA and Tesla, someone who has seen the *very worst* of what humanity is and has to offer, undergoing torturous experiments for the pursuit of knowledge the pursuer could never hope to grasp, would in fact be driven mad by…

I still love humans. I love the things they create, being in their world, hearing the whimsical music of language and instrumentation alike. I have seen the scientific method firsthand, on the side of the scientist this time, and it is truly miraculous when it is not perverted to harm others. I will not pretend I am not still terrified sometimes, and wake up screaming in the middle of the night…but most people, I’ve found, are good. Maybe not great, but trying to be good, and that *has* to be enough.

I’ve accepted that what I have been through will never really mean something, outside of being a cautionary tale; there is no grander lesson to be learned, my sacrifice was never noble. It was sadism thinly disguised under a thirst for knowledge, by two different but similar men, a black mile to the surface either direction. Whether you are above the ground or beneath it, in a vacuum you exist nonetheless.

But not everyone is Hap. Not everyone is Conrad. They were an exception, with me as an unlucky outlier, so I will keep myself open, and try to love as best I can the people around me. At the end of the day, it’s all I can do to make the scars mean something. To learn to enjoy being touched again. To bring light to what I need in a day.

As a finishing note - whether through the glass wall of a hexagon or the glass wall of a test tube, I loved you all very dearly. You know who you are, my family, my angels. May we meet again someday.

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