relistening to mag 155 and as an epileptic non-believer (kinda agnostic?) who always had this exact idea of death (the feeling of nothingness, of having never been, rather than heaven, hell or reincarnation) this episode is certainly making me feel something and not a good something.
you don’t understand, my jaw dropped when i reached this part because this is exactly how i imagine death like wtf jonny
It’s simpler now, isn’t it? At least now, our demons have names.
Jon is almost resigned to his fate and to what his world is, these days. To the fact that he needs to power on through hunger and pain to have anything like a choice. To the fact that out of the four people he has left, the only one who treats him as a friend is the one who seems to choose dying over fighting as a monster.
I don’t want you to think I’m some selfish monster grinding other people up just to extend my own ghoulish life.
Lady, that’s exactly what you are. But don’t feel too bad; you’re in good company there.
I never wanted to weigh up a life, to set it on the scales against my own. But that is a choice that I am forced into. And it is one I will continue to make.
Choices again. What choices does Jon have? What choices did he have? What choice is he going to make?
I find myself hating her. Her callous self-deception. But am I so different?
You’re actually not very different at all, Jon. And I can’t help but think that you hate her because what she says rings so true in some part of you. It’s not fair that this should happen to you! Also, you saved the world. The whole WORLD.
And, last but not least:
What if they need me? … What if.
You’ll never know for sure if the world will be better off with you in it or without. You can only choose what you are willing to live with. What you’re willing to pay.
Basira has decided that if the price of Daisy’s life is her monstrousness, then it’s worth it. (Even though she knows Daisy disagrees.) Melanie has decided her eyes are an acceptable price for a life in freedom, a life where she is not working for an eldritch evil. Martin, on the other hand, seems to feel that the world is worth whatever he needs to sacrifice for it, even his own humanity.
Jon hasn’t decided yet. But the bitterness in his voice today sounded scarily close to anger. To entitlement. And when his feeling that he deserves to live aligns with the Eye’s wish to keep him alive … what happens then?