[ Desperate. Pained. Grief has been building on him for two weeks, and the only thing that's frankly stopped him from a nosedive so early on was Uruha. Even with that, he should have broken down two weeks ago, the seed of the curse laid by the moon taken hold, twist him inside out to show his worst, become a monster fueled only by rage and violence. But he hasn't, strictly thanks to the muted magic of this place. That's it.
It's not a matter of whether he had to. He wants to cave in a skull, break a bone, run his throat bloody and raw. The current situation has laid that awfully clear out for him here. ]
You think I have answers? I only speak from experience. The answer is you are not allowed to rip yourself apart because I am not allowed to rip myself apart.
[ because marcoh had once said they had a matching heart, violence beneath the surface that can barely be contained by something masquerading as a human shell.
others are probably better at this. gentle. good with words. kind. and anders is none of these things, and he is aware he likely never will be. ]
If you plan to burn yourself to pieces, do not allow any Entity or God the satisfaction of watching you destroy yourself without a purpose. We will find who did this, we will find the Entity, and we will see this through.
[ Anders is right, in certain ways. Even then, sometimes you have to be wrong to be right. There's been too much kindness in Heaven, of the overwhelming sort.
He wants to break a table, break his hands, but he can only settle for holding them over his head, like that'll keep it from bursting. Just trying his best keep the shape of his body from distorting to whatever it is that Prehevil wanted to turn him into.
Find them, and then what? That's the problem. Marcoh has an answer but they'll just have to see what happens. ]
Just leave, Anders. Before I am tempted to sock you in the face.
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[ But it's true that he doesn't want to. His thoughts are a solid, desperate, Don't. ]
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It will bring no satisfaction, no conclusion, and no revenge.
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[ Desperate. Pained. Grief has been building on him for two weeks, and the only thing that's frankly stopped him from a nosedive so early on was Uruha. Even with that, he should have broken down two weeks ago, the seed of the curse laid by the moon taken hold, twist him inside out to show his worst, become a monster fueled only by rage and violence. But he hasn't, strictly thanks to the muted magic of this place. That's it.
It's not a matter of whether he had to. He wants to cave in a skull, break a bone, run his throat bloody and raw. The current situation has laid that awfully clear out for him here. ]
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[ because marcoh had once said they had a matching heart, violence beneath the surface that can barely be contained by something masquerading as a human shell.
others are probably better at this. gentle. good with words. kind. and anders is none of these things, and he is aware he likely never will be. ]
If you plan to burn yourself to pieces, do not allow any Entity or God the satisfaction of watching you destroy yourself without a purpose. We will find who did this, we will find the Entity, and we will see this through.
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He wants to break a table, break his hands, but he can only settle for holding them over his head, like that'll keep it from bursting. Just trying his best keep the shape of his body from distorting to whatever it is that Prehevil wanted to turn him into.
Find them, and then what? That's the problem. Marcoh has an answer but they'll just have to see what happens. ]
Just leave, Anders. Before I am tempted to sock you in the face.
[ Not for being right, or being a dick though. ]
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[ he just thinks that standing here in front of this tree is probably driving him insane in a way that is not helpful? ]
If you need to destroy something, there is probably something to destroy around here that no one will miss.