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spoiler drdt chapter 2 ep 15

I feel like this fits him so well :(

“(you don’t think about it, you don’t think about it, you don’t think about it.)”

Trust? Faith? Dedication? Worship.

(context: this post by @celestinecerasus)

she's been waiting the whole adventure for the punchline.

No one could make me hate you, Ace Markey

i think the sacrificial lamb take on evbo is nice and very cool to play with but might i offer my cent?

evbo is a calf.

there is something inherently holy about the sacrifice of a lamb. it is innocent and pure and you give up its life in worship. there is nothing holy about what the iron swords do to evbo. they open the door, they torture him, they slaughter him. they farm him. cattle are farm animals.

some calves are born to be killed for veal. there are multiple different ways veal calves are raised, with a range in ages at which they are slaughtered for their meat. one process for raising veal calves, which is particularly inhumane (and really quite disgusts me), involves placing the calf in a small pen and feeding it barely sustainable food until it reaches around eighteen weeks old. they are then killed for veal.

there is no worship when it comes to slaughtering the trembling calf staring down the barrel of your gun. you simply watch as it falls limp to the ground, blood pooling beneath its body, before you drag it off to be turned into the meat that sits on your plate.

why would you ever worship the creature that only ever lived to die?

can I summarise David's speech patterns as a combination of writing a university essay and sending tumblr anon hate? Did I get this right? Asking for a friend

after the first few times you'll forget it’s even happening

white room (11/23/22)

second 9

i am stuck in a clock whose both hands are broken.

while the shortest one stays at 12:00, the longer moves forward.

stasis, constance, eternity.

there is nothing. i am nothing.

the minutes drive me insane, yet i am nothing without them.

does change, constitute something?

does change define me?

will the clock begin to tick once more?

i see that my arms begin to move in place of the clock hands.

that's not how it was supposed to work. that's not how i planned it.

my time will never let me be. so i'll let it be me.