While I understand that people are disappointed about the backstory re: Kazuki’s wife and blame the writing for making her yet another bland, soulless side character who fades into the background without leaving so much as a strong imprint on us, the audience, I have been thinking about it and even though it can be because of poor writing, falling into clichés that make the story progress easily without delving too much into things… I can also see why Karin described her sister as “happy” and “she loved flowers”. At the end of the day, when we experience loss, all that remains are the memories we have of that person. If we do not move on, or until we move on, like Kazuki, those memories will be rooted in grief. And, don’t get me wrong, the grief will always be there! But with time and conscious effort, it will get easier. Karin has moved on, and she remembers her sister the way someone who wishes to be happy without her does.
At the end of the day, isn’t those things the sort of things people say during wakes and funerals? She was always so happy and full of life. She loved flowers and long walks on the beach. She lived for her family and friends. She was always nice to people. Sure, they’re things people say about those who are no longer with us, that do not really have much depth to it. I’m not denying the lack of profoundness in those statements. But, at the end of the day, it’s the trivial, menial things that get said about those who left us. And I think it’s important to remember that.
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i've got stuff to do tonight but i am thinking about how it absolutely fucking pains me to see the joy and energy and love of living sapped from constantine's spirit over the initial run of hellblazer. like he goes from this spirited, wisecracking, life-loving, bully-punching, fastidious little guy to a man so disintegrated by decades of grief and being used and never being good enough for anyone that he was willing to be buried alive to serve a cause he didn't even care about. thank god they gave him back some friendly connections and some semblance of hope by the end of "red right hand", because that late-hellblazer constantine was utterly unrecognizable and it broke my heart.
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#9 - Fair
feat Rihnn
still struggling, still way too humid here, have to drive myself to my induction for work tomorrow and i'm stressed about it. i may possibly be taking it out on rihnn
It is a fair morning when xir entire world shatters.
Z'rihnn wakes and the room is empty. Xir friends are not crowded around xir bed, battle scorched and worn, and there is no sign of their presence. Beyond the door there is a bustle of a busy hospital, the background murmuring of dozens of people. The air, even so far away from the battlefield, is heavy with smoke.
Xe swallows.
They're alright, xe tells xemself. It would take more than a dragon to defeat them, they're alright.
Even within xir own mind, it sounds like a lie.
Behind the closed lids of xir eyes xe can xe the flames of the night before. Xe can remember the screams as Bahamut had broken free, the rubble that had shaken the earth and-
"Excuse me," Rihnn calls out, trying to gain the attention of whoever is past xir door. They will be busy, xe knows, but surely they can tell xem-
The chirurgeons will know if they are here.
Beyond the door, the bustle and murmuring continues uninterrupted.
"Excuse me!"
"Did you see them?" Someone asks from past the door, their voice hushed. "The heroes?"
Heroes? Xe startles, heart pounding a drum against xir chest. "Please-!" Xe calls out.
"Didn't everyone?" They continue without seeming to notice xir interruptions and xe frowns. "Do you remember their names? I try to think of them but I only see blank faces."
"Mere silouettes," the first person replies. "It is like grasping at mist."
Why can they not hear xem?
Rihnn opens xir mouth to shout and-
"Still, even if we do not know their names, we will honour their sacrifice."
It is a fair morning when xir entire world shatters.
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