SOBBING WHAT IS THIS WHO ARE YOU
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SOBBING WHAT IS THIS WHO ARE YOU
Six thousand years of this. Millions of people. Thousands of gods. Countless possibilities. And yet here we are, you and I, stood at a crossroads in the beating heart of the world, with nowhere left to go.
— Chapter 40: This Hateful Hymn Shall Cease.
ok im listening to tsv 40 at the gym here are my immediate thoughts
carpenter having literally NO hesitation when she tells hayward she trusts him.........
charity calling herself verity is so funny to me. girl you are SO full of shit
adjudicator cross is kind of growing on me i cant lie "this one has bears on it' spit your shit king
i hc derek the camera saint to look just like cameaheads from that creepypasta you know the one
chuck harm's prayer including something like "though i walk through the depths of the low income housing" rlly makes me feel less bad for him
"nothing specifically about val just yet since we're almost certainly going to need to kill her still" CARSON IS SUCH A SLIMEBALL i love how he's written so much omfg
something something val trying to convince chuck and herself that she's beyond pain meanwhile it's so obvious that she's not something something mirror of her power something something remaining humanity something chuck agreeing to help her.......
HAYWARD SAYING EVERYTHING WORKED OUT WELL FOR HIM (BECAUSE HE GOT TO BE WITH CARPENTER HERE AND NOW) I LOVE FRIENDSHIP
I know Shrue was drinking the whole time that was going down but suspend your disbelief for the meme
just listened to the new silt verses episode 🥰 jesus fucking crhist im going to throw up
tmagp 🤝wtnv🤝tsv
“this was on live television???”
Though I may stand in the hurricane’s heart, Blimp, boom mic, and broadcast preserve me. Though I may march into the depths of the low-income housing estate, May terror and revulsion flee from my face.
— Chapter 40: This Hateful Hymn Shall Cease.
Soldiers of the CLS. In the years to come, they referred to this as the Massacre of Mal-Retour.
Not one of you survived it.
Future historians could only speculate in vain as to why your generals made the crucial error of pointing your rockets directly upwards, aiming them so that they could only briefly soar up into the air before immediately descending once again onto your camp.
But they made that error, in defiance of reason, and all of you suffered for it.
Because all at once, your rockets fired. Raining experimental saints down onto your own heads. Wiping you out in your thousands.
Saints of fire and mud. Saints of sky and earth and rain. Every one of them hungering. Every one of them grasping for spirit and flesh.
The ear-defenders they’d given you to protect against hostile prayers - well, they did nothing at all. Your rifles were nothing but wooden props. Your comrades were dummies stuffed full of straw.
How could you possibly doubt me?
You’ve always known in your heart of hearts - they never truly cared about you.
They were always willing to let you die.
— Chapter 40: This Hateful Hymn Shall Cease.