WEEK 6 - E̛x̛e̵c̴̷̀u̴͢t҉io͜n̶͞

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s̛̕͜u̷n̴̕d͡ay͞ ͜͠͠EX͞È̢C̶̕U͏͜T̕Ì̡O͜͞N̡ (29̨)͘ ͏̶s̸u̴rv̀i͏v̶͝o̧͘ŕ͏s͟ As͡͝ ̕͞v̢̛o̵̢t̀́íņ̀g͡͞ ̵̨́co̸m̧e̶s͟ t͜o̢̢ ͝a҉n̵̵̵ ̀͢e̸n̨d́҉, ͏̡a̕͏ s̢͞o̕͢n̶҉̸g͏̴ f͢͠i͠ļ͟͡t͏̡e͠r͝͝ś҉͟ ͞į҉n͏̸͡ ͡͏p̸l̶̨͝a͜y͡҉e̷d̵ ̧̕s͘o͝ ̡l͝o̸͡͠u͘҉d ͘t̴ha҉̵͘t͏̢͞ ͡i͟͝t̸̀͠ ͟b̀e̕c̷͘͘o̢͏m̢e͟͝s ̀̕͢d͟ist̡͢o̕͡r̷̨ęḑ̶͡ ̧҉an͜d̢҉͜ ̴̷̢f͢͡͝r͟a͝g̸ḿeņ̢̛t̷́ed̡͡.̢͟ ̛̛ ̢̀͞I̷f̴͝ ̵҉a̷ ͢ṕ̴̀ar̛t̶i̧͢c̨̡͞į͢͟p̛̛͠á̕n͘͟t͟͝ ch͏ec̀ks̀͢͝ t̨̕͞h̴͞e͟͡i̕r ͘͘d̵a͘tá̛p͟͝a̶͘d͡,̡͡ ͡th̸̕͟ęy͢ ҉w͡i͏l̀͡ļ̀ ̵ş̸́e̷e̕͘͏ ́t͠h̵͝ȩ̸ ҉̵t̵̵͟h͜ę̶ ̡̛v̵ic͞t͘͜͡į̸m̀ ͢͡à̵͟n̡̛d̵́ ̴̷s͘͢ų͠sp͞͞e҉̸͢c̸̶̛t c̕h͟os̛en͟ ̶̴b̸̨̛y̧ ̴m̀a͞j̵o͢͞r̨̀͏i̵̶̛t̴̀͜y͏'̛͡s̵̸ p̛i̛͜c̛tu͠ŕ͠e̶̕s ̵d͠iş̨p͘͝l̛͏ay҉̷e͠d.̸̛͜ ҉Í̶̸f̸̢̕ ̵͏t͏h̀͟ę͝y͞ ̴͜͟a͠t͏͜t̨̛em̨̛ṕ͟t ͜͝tǫ ̧͞s̷c̴̛r̢͘ơ̧l̶͜͝ļ͠,̷ t́͜h́͘e̛y̶ ͡w̨͜i̢l̢l̸͢ ̢se̶̢͞e͝͝ ͏a ̷l̢i͝҉s̶̀͜t of̛͞ ̕ch̕ar̢a͘͡c̢t͝er̷ś ̴a̕n͠͏d̴ t͟h́ę̧ir̴͝ ̵͘v̛o͘͡t́͏ę̷s ̵́i̴̡n̸̸͝ a̷͘l̴̴p̡̀͞h̸̷̕a͟b̶̀͠ę͟ţ̵̛i͏͘c͟al̨̡ ͞ór̶͠d͢͡e͞r̵͟. ͘͝

victims



cul͟?͞͞͏?p͡r͘͢it̡͘?̨͘?



scapegoat



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[socloverit]

[She wouldn't have been able to approach him, stubborn pride weighing her down, too tired and empty to find the energy to so much as move—and she never, never would have forgiven herself if she couldn't have just fucking gotten over herself and hugged him.

So she holds him tight and there is no hysterical screaming, just her shoulders shaking and tiny hiccups and too many tears. She'll waste her tears on this, she won't let him tell her what they are and aren't worth—it doesn't matter, does it? It won't change anything whether or not she cries. So goddamn it, she's going to cry.]

I have to. [Cry or make it through? But not I will, not even okay; it is what Light has asked of her so she has no other choice. It isn't fair, for her to live on an obligation.]

[unasking]

... You're right.

[She has to.

She has to or else Light would be crushed. Frankenstein would have failed just one more time - and isn't that just salt in the wound? Regardless, he holds her for as long as he can. Some part of his mind racing. He doesn't have answers for this. He's never had answers for this. The grief of humans has always been so unbearably foreign to him, especially when some portion of the grief is directed at him.

His lifetime has been filled with anger, scorn, and fear sent in his direction.

When given tears for his wellbeing, he's not sure what to do.]

... I cannot say that the pain will ever be less, but at some point it will become bearable.

And you will not be alone.

[socloverit]

Liar.

[The answer comes muffled against his shirt but it's almost immediate—too much of who she is has been built around her brother, and how can she be expected to be stable enough to bear the pain of loss when her very foundation's collapsed all around her?

She will always be alone. There will always be silence in the place of constant quiet resonance and she will always, always be alone. To say otherwise will be the last lie he gets to tell her.

And it isn't fair. No one gets what they deserve.

She can't stay like this forever. She is maybe just a little sturdier like this, and so maybe she doesn't want to let go, but when she finally does she wipes her face and looks ahead with a determined frown. She can't stay. There is more she has to do here. If nothing else at all, she'll find fire in her again.



time to kick some alien ass pops]