waterlily; inviolation; regardless of your temporal rank and station

THE CAST

> INVIOLET TRUONG is a genius and a whore who at one point had repressed memories of being sex trafficked but now just Sort of Remembers them in bits and pieces of eggshell. they are extremely obsessed with sacrosanct and have tried to kill themselves a few times, but it never took.

> SACROSANCT | SUKUNA is not just a curse but the worst. he is the most powerful curse-god there has ever been in a centurium. his curse womb was utterly ordinary. tragic, yes, but so mundane of a tragedy it should not have wrought the birth of such a thing as he, falcon-goddess of unbearable wrath and unenvious mercy.

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1.IV PRIME:
tell me, love, won't you, what you think of me. DID YOU REALLY THINK I WAS THAT STUPID? I bet you don't think of me at all, do you, pet. I BET YOU ONLY THINK OF ME IN BED!IV DRIP [THE CENTER, THIS]:
no, no. he...sacrosanct, sukuna...he would...HE WOULDN'T LIE TO ME ABOUT THIS?inviolation:
he might. he might.INVIOLATE:
JUST ASK HIM.

+ YOU ARE A COWARD. YOU KNOW THIS.IV DRIP: blood moon, blood this. it's a killing night tonight, honey, it's a killing night tonight.INVIOLATION: WILL THE DEATH BE YOURS OR MINE?> sukuna: inviolet?> IV: do you ever want things to be easy sometimes, sukuna?> sukuna: of course. but...this is okay, too. as long as i'm with you.INVIOLATION: IT'S HARD-EARNED.IV DRIP: hard-won.> sukuna: inviolet. TELL ME YOU LOVE ME. ONLY ONCE.

+ I can't> sukuna: you can't what, sweetheart?> IV: I'm crazy. my father never said it, he always called it my and my mother's "CONDITION" as if what I really had, the LOTUSHEAD AND LILYHEART, was such a bad, bad word after all. i'm fucking crazy, sukuna. YOU SHOULD LEAVE ME.> sukuna touches me then, sliding a big, warm arm around my shoulders, and then another one to match, pulling me into him with such firmness and silent, caging ferocity that even when I buck there's no escaping the birdcage of his grasp.> sukuna: I don't really know what you mean, to be honest. I'm a god from another time, where the rhyme and reason of rule were designed from some other mountain school. CRAZY, you say, as if it should have meaning to me.YOU ARE MY BELOVED.that's all that means to me.> IV: I struggle, writhing in his grasp.IV PRIME: I WANT YOU TO LEAVE HIM! YOU HAVE TO LEAVE HIM LEAVE HIM LEAVE HIM! you don't deserve his kind words, such kind things. you know he loves you conditionally. you've always known.IV DRIP: you two deserve each other. you really do. a vicious, obsessive curse-god, and a violent, obsessed LUNARARY LUNATIC.INVIOLATE: he'll let go if you start crying. he'll let go even if you ask, but why don't you start crying?inviolation: I want him to hold me.
AND I WANT TO BREAK HIS BONES!> IV: I'm, I'm sorry.> sukuna: why?> IV: I want you to hurt me.> sukuna: if you're looking for an excuse to hurt ME, you need only ask. (eyes glittering)> IV: i'm bad, i'm so bad for it, i want you so bad, i want to break every bone in your body, and i want to see how many times i can make you cum until you can't, and i want those at the same time, i want to make you look like a bloodbath, i want...> sukuna's eyes are hazy on heat, and his touch turns less caging and more tender, instead of holding me like a wild dog about to run, he is holding me like his most favorite wolf companion.> sukuna: that sounds...really good.> IV: NO! IT'S NOT! YOU CAN'T JUST KEEP LETTING ME! YOU CAN'T LET ME YOU CAN'T i'll kill you i'll wake up in bed to your corpse do you know how afraid i am of that do you know how SCARED i am there is...inviolation: there is, and never has been, any sacred left.> sukuna, dazed, kissing my bottom lip and nibbling and wrapping me up snuggled against him and moving his broad hand down the expanse of my back.> sukuna: hm? i said it was fine...i don't mind. i'm as immortal as they cum, hehe ❤> IV: it's NOT fine you can't just LET me say these things to you it's not RIGHT it's not RIGHT it's not RIGHT> sukuna: then i'll be left. ❤ oh, inviolet, i don't care what's 'right' or 'wrong' or 'right' or 'left.' what does that matter to me? YOU FORGET, AS YOU OFTEN DO, that I am quite widely considered EVIL!a curse and not just a curse but the worstAND ALL OF THAT!silly IV, you forget lots of things!but I think it's so fucking funny when you forget ME!I AM NOT SOME INNOCENT YOU ARE DESPOILING. I am in my own right an unnatural typhoon of heaven! well, of heaven-minding. NOT EVEN HEAVEN COULD BIND ME WHEN MY EGG CRACKED!and once an eggshell is cracked - that's that!> IV: you don't. you don't understand. i'm. i could hurt you. I WANT TO HURT YOU.> sukuna's face goes flat, but his grip on my back does not relent. a broad, warm pressure against the center of my back, where it dips, a hand resting on my hips.> sukuna: do you? do you really want to hurt me? say, why don't you try it.INVIOLET: you have no weapons.inviolation: your hands have always been your greatest weapon.

+ I can't?

THE THING ABOUT AN IDLE MIND IS THAT IT WANDERS. the thing about a monster is that one is made.

inviolation: wanderlusting is natural to a solitary predator like usIV DRIP: A LONE WOLF DIES ALONEIV PRIME: i just want to go home.> sukuna: inviolet?> IV: here> sukuna: are you with me?> IV: yeah> sukuna: are you sure?> ...> sukuna: inviolet.> IV: i'm here, sukuna.> sukuna: is this like when i got so sad i wouldn't move> IV: I wouldn't call it sad.> sukuna: low, then?INVIOLATION: of what substance?> IV: of what substance?> sukuna: energy?> IV: maybe.> sukuna: inviolet.> IV: i'm homesick.> sukuna: you don't like it here?> IV: it's not that.> IV: ...> IV: but don't you ever want it to be easy, sometimes?> sukuna: easy?> IV: i just want it to be easy. i...i'm really tired, sukuna. sacrosanct. god. i'm really tired.> IV: not in...a physical energy way.> IV: my body is fine. i don't really feel attached to it. i just...> IV: we have too much history between us, sacrosanct, for things to be easy, i think.> sukuna: yes, inviolet. but i thought we'd gotten past most of that.> IV: can you ever really get past something in your past?> sukuna: i don't understand.> IV: time cycles. and for me, everything happens at once. the spatial distance between one moment ago and ten years ago and ten thousand years ago spent whispering in different ears and rewinding different years and being here and here and here...> IV: i forget how the time goes.> IV: i miss my bed. I want to go home.> sukuna: do you...want to leave? this dimension, with me? to go back to one that looks like your old one?INVIOLATION: HE'S ASKING IF YOU WANT TO LEAVE HIM. right now...if you said with total conviction that it would make you happy.

IV+IV+IV: HE WOULD LET YOU.

> IV: no, sukuna. i don't want to be alone.inviolation: as if you're ever alone.> sukuna: do you want to leave me?> IV: i would have nothing if i did.> sukuna: are you upset because i left you with nothing else? nothing to spare?> IV: i left me with nothing to spare.> sukuna: i don't know what's happening, iv. i'm scared. i don't know how to help. tell me how to help, i'll do anything. (I'M GOD. I CAN DO ANYTHING)

CAN YOU HOLD ME?

IV walks up to sukuna and sits in his lap on their futon set on the floor and rests their head in the crook of his shoulder and kisses the hollow of it and no more.sukuna wraps his arms around me and i feel a little closer to god, and a little closer to me. in the embrace of four arms, it's hard not to be me.iv: i don't want to go. i just wish it was easy.sukuna: to be with me?iv: mhn.sukuna: it's hard to be with me?iv: sometimes. sometimes i think about what you said. how you're not sure if you love me or if i made you love me. i...i haven't ever been sure, since.iv drip: you're actually quite sure.sukuna: what use is that word for animals like us, inviolet.he thumbs my cheek and then cups my face in his hand, slipping his fingers into my hair.iv: i'm tired.sukuna: what are you tired of, dove?iv: i don't want to be this kind of animal anymore.sukuna: then what kind of animal do you want to be?iv: one that isn't frightened. one that hasn't seen what i've seen. but that one wouldn't be me.

sukuna: i want you. as you are.iv: not as i was?sukuna: i...you could give me nothing, and i would thrive off of a single glance from you, a fraction of a second of your attention, once every hundred years. and i'd thank you for it.you could give me less than nothing ever again. and i would leave, and return everything...return everything as it was, before you ever met me.

EVEN IF YOU BECAME SOMETHING ONLY THE DEAD COULD SEE.

if that meant you might be happy. happier than you are here, with me.> i see him, and i know he speaks true. i see him and knew everything i knew could be rewound farther than i could ever touch. i wouldn't even know him, not even a fuck, if i let him turn the clock around, and reverse my luck.iv prime: TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE IT HE'LL NEVER GIVE YOU THIS CHANCE AGAIN, YOU HEATHEN!inviolation: he will die if you do this. he will kill himself. he's not telling you that because he wants you to think he'd be okay, that he'd move on. he would not.INVIOLATE: HE'D KILL HIMSELF.iv prime: don't you want that? do you want that? don't you want that want that want that?> iv: i want to love you. as you are. not as you were to me. i...even if...suicide binds us. you and i. who were both slated to die before i rewinded time and lied and lied and lied.i want us both to live. and be happy.but i feel this...terrible, all-sucking guilt...that i simply shouldn't be.that everything i have ever done is wrong, and the world and you would be better off without me.the world certainly would be without me fucking with its time and its god.but i've truly fucked it all up.because i think you...you don't want me to know. what you'll do if i left you. because you want me to be happy that badly. you'd do anything. in a heartbeat. especially hide the fact that you'd take your life from me. you'd follow me, even then.you are not holding it as a threat above me, and it isn't because you weren't hiding it good enough.it is simply what one of my STRANGE COMPULSIONS is telling me.i simply know it to be.> sukuna: what happens to me after you leave is no consequence.

when do you want to leave?

he looks at me unwavering, but his fingers tremble on my cheek, and his entire body quakes beneath me.iv prime: TODAY TODAY TODAY> iv: you do know i'll kill myself. the second you send me back.sukuna: i know. but i feel this way, i have been...imprisoning you. perhaps beyond your knowledge. and even my own awareness...right now, in this infinity loop, this sidewinding eithelix of time and memory,i....if this is...if staying with me. means you'd rather die. than be present, here, with me.

MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE LET YOU DIE.

maybe i still should.but i want to give you another chance. to choose. if you choose me at the end of it, and we still end up here. so be it.but if you choose differently. maybe you will be happy. and live an ordinary life. and thrive.even...become someone else's wife.and also maybe you will die.but what kind of life is it now. forcing you to stay with me. forcing us to be bound.when letting you go might make you happier than you've ever known with me. when letting you leave might make you happy.iv: you won't fight for me?sukuna: i concede. right now, i'd just do anything for you to be happy.iv: but what would make you happy?sukuna smiles wryly: it doesn't matter. i've had more than my fair share of happiness.iv: fair share?sukuna: a curse like me doesn't...i don't need to be happy. i...you've made me so happy already. so so so happy. i love you so so so so so much. i love you. it means nothing, but i want to say it still. i love you more than anything that ever was or anything that ever will.but if it makes you. if it hurts you to be here. then i would rather watch you leave. help you leave.and, maybe, i won't die. i'll watch you live from afar, and simply...that would be enough for me. just to watch you live. just to know you might.or to spend my time watching other timelines. culling the flocks and thinning the herds as is natural, as is necessary,

A MASSACRE! A MASSACRE!

and then going home. and watching you live. happy lives. other lives. contented. where you never had to meet a thing like me. where you never met me.and, like i said, if you even spared a fraction of a glance in my direction once every hundred years. that would be enough for me. that would be enough.> iv: i don't want that.> iv: i want to die.> sukuna: i know. i know that, too.> iv: so what do we do?> sukuna: when will you leave?> iv: if you want me to leave you will have to force me. i have no momentum.> sukuna: I CAN'T DO THAT.i can let you go, but i can't force you to leave.> iv: then i'll stay, because i've been staying, and i'm here today.> sukuna: but not because you want to be.> iv: i don't want much of anything right now.> sukuna: how do i make this easier for you.> iv: sometimes i get like this. it's honestly not a big deal. i lose all the will to live or do anything other than simply sustain the state of being alive, and sometimes not even that. i recede into my mind and i don't do anything special in there. i am just...there. and not here.i...i guess we've been together nine years, or was it ten? i can't think about it, i don't know when...but it doesn't matter. it's true about now, how i feel, and now i feel...fine again to be not fine. to stop my momentum. and be how i am.and this is just one of the parts of me being how i am. instead of chasing the fever dream of how i was.knowing me, loving me as i am, means knowing and loving me like this.> sukuna: that's...i already do. i already do.> iv: im tired. can we sleep? and wake up tomorrow. and sleep. and wake up? that's as far as i can think of.being here. means more than you know.[SUKUNA: i've trapped you here. and that's why you're staying. because it's too much effort to leave. but when you're back again, i won't ask again. because you'll accept.in my heart of hearts i knew, when i offered, you wouldn't accept. even if you had...could i have gone through with it?...i dont want to know the answer to that.]SUKUNA: iv kisses me gently, sweetly, full on the lips lips, and pulls me down onto our futon, and tucks the blanket over us, and i cast a wing over us for warmth

iv goes to sleep.

I WONDER WHAT KIND OF MONSTER I'VE MADE OF ME. i wonder if they already know, or if i'll ever be able to let them see.

FOR NOW, MY LOVE, SLEEP.

+ inviolation: use your hands> IV: I lunge for his windpipe, choking him with all the strength in my long fingers. he picks me up, giving me more leverage to bear down on him, and his lips twitch into a wafer-thin grin as his hands tremble to hold me around the waist.I make it easier for him by wrapping my legs around his tree-trunk waist, one of his big hands sliding around my back, and one of the other three grabbing my ass.MY BEAUTIFUL, FOUR-ARMED GIRL-CURSE AND FUCK-BIRDhis falcon wings snap out, wide, as he gasps, and I feel his hard-on nudging the cleft of my ass, and instinctively I grind down, looking for a better seat in the best seat in the house, even as my fingers close tight around his throat as if trying to touch, to entrap his broken bird neck in the circle of my palms.> sukuna: fuck, fuck, fuck. FEELS GOOD.it comes out like a gravelly whisper, his voice as raw as if I'd been ramming my cock down his throat until it got bruised and swollen.> I gyrate my hips, rolling against him, rubbing my hard cock against the soft planes of fat over the bitter muscle of his abdomen, and I rub my thumbs in altering circles as though massaging bruises into the skin of his neck.I shift my hips down until our cocks are aligned and then I rut against him, rubbing smoothly and pistoning my hips as though I wanted to fuck right through him.the vibrations of his moans resonate against my hands, and I ease up, his voice whining against a NO! before I claw my fingers rigid and puncture his throat.

+ IV DRIP: well now you've done it! CLEAN IT UP. WITH YOUR MOUTH. you nasty fucko.there's way too much to clean up.> IV: I latch my mouth onto his throat, blood soaking the front of my yukata and pouring out in hugely hot gasoline splashes onto the tatami mats, but we're both so hard that even when sukuna collapses, he's wrenching my hands away from his neck and wrapping them around his cock.> SUKUNA'S EYES ARE ALL BLISSED OUT, lips faintly parted, eyes glazed with heat and low-lidded and fluttering. my bloodsoaked hand slips underneath his robes, where he wears no fundoshi, and the blood actually lubricates his cock, without even drying immediately, and the heat of it is making him writhe so sweetly beneath me, pale and blissed out and dizzy-limbed like a fuck-sock.> even in the darkness of his skin, the fresh bruises remain yuzu-lemon yellow. swelling up even beneath the blood spurt.his fingers twitch, and then they fish me out, easy since I don't wear underwear either, and his big, hot, sweaty palm strokes us together, the jugular blood making the slide easy.> I have had just a mouthful of blood sitting there, in my mouth, like some kind of dog that drinks and forgets to swallow while walking around the house, and when I swallow, I cum, the cinnamon BITE to the coppery MINT? PERILLA? LEMONGRASS? making me bizarrely dizzy and overheated, like I've just had the world's worst aphrodisiac. my throat burns like I've had a shot of oversteeped ginger tea, that 48hour kind I used to gargle after laborious throating scenes.> IV: can you clean us up, love?> sukuna: mmn...I'm fucked out. can you just roll me outside so I can summon some rain or whatever...fuck! heh...heheh...that was so FUCKING good. oh my god (me). i came so fast i, fuck, wow. what a quickie. mmn...sleep.> I SMACK HIM ON THE CHEEK.> IV: NO! CLEAN UP! UR COVERED IN CUM AND SWEAT AND BLOOD! I'LL GO ROLL YOU OUT INTO THE YARD OR WHATEVER BUT YOU'RE HAVING A SHOWER BEFORE YOU'RE COMING TO BED.> sukuna: zzz...inviolation: oh my godINVIOLATE: oh my godin+IN: HE'S SO CUTE 😡I sigh and roll him out onto the engawa deck and then kick him into the yard. it's a short fall. he's god. he'll live.by the time I open the sliding doors back into the house, the only blood left is on my mouth. but the ghost of it remains, a thick, humid, bog-dusk scent of deep rain at night with star-blossom blooms that only open up their nectar-filled buds in moonlight.I LICK THE INSIDE OF MY MOUTH: it tastes bright.

+ oh...oh! oh f---> sukuna looks at me with eyes blown wide, so dark I want to die. he clutches me tight to his body, panting thoughtlessly. the blood spatters my mouth, leaving me thick with the taste of anise, licorice, perilla, wild basil, and ginger.he rides his hips against me, rubbing up incessantly as blood spits out of his throat in the holes I poked. I can't tell if I feel sick or if the vertigo is natural, some kind of un-holy aphrodisiac, because the hardness between my hips does not relent, and my voice catches on a moan as one of sukuna's hands wraps around us both.> IV: im sorry im sorry im so sorry, mmfー> sukuna: shh, don't be sorry, be here with me. it feels good, doesn't it? another hot wetness to add to the tea, the way we be with one another.it feels good, i promise.IT DOESN'T HURT.i know and you know what hurts. it's a violence unasked for, unbidden.this is you and i; everything is forgiven.> I decide that the vertigo is some kind of venom in the blood, but it switches to good and amps up as sukuna strokes us together, even as blood loss makes him collapse into a sitting position with me in his lap.he bounces me there as I wiggle and writhe for more friction, which he provides with blood soaked palms slicking the way forward, our yukata soaked red as plum flesh.> i look at him to make sure he's not lying, but his eyes are shut, his mouth in a blissed out O as his hips jolt and his thumb strokes and his wrist twists. his pulls push faster and faster until I can barely catch a breath in or out, whining in his lap, at a loss with myself.> he strokes up my back with one of his four hands, and he grips my hips with an iron clutch, indelicate as always, and I let go a little, i just let myself go, losing myself to the mindlessness of heaven's black fire once more.he kisses me, sweet girl, pushing into my mouth with his tongue as if i have any attention to spare with his blood running hot through my hands, still loosely folded around his neck. there's just so much of it, even when it stops.there's just so much of him.SOMETIMES IT'S OVERWHELMING.
how much there is.> sukuna whispers: i'll cum when u do, so cum first. i'll follow you, like i always do. you've done enough of chasing me. through dimensional time and irreparable place.cum for me, my pretty, lithe cicada-wife.> it punches through me as he takes my ear into his mouth. I GASP AND CHOKE AND SHUDDER THROUGH IT AS HE HUMS THROUGH HIS OWN, stroking me until I'm oversensitive.sukuna murmurs into my sweaty hair, indistinct static until I realize there's shapes to the vowels, sounds.language, but not one I know.> IV: dont...inviolation: TELL HIM NOT TO USE HIS OWN LANGUAGE? YOU KNOW HE NEVER SPEAKS IT AROUND YOU.IV PRIME: HE HATES YOU HE HATES YOU HE'S TELLING YOU HE HATES YOU.lily-lation: mmn...just trust him to take care of you. you've taken care of him so many times. there's no shame in it, i promise. would you lie to you?+ YES.

> IV: i don't know what you're saying.> sukuna: ...nothing. it's nothing. say, do you remember...the day we met?> IV: can we talk about this in the shower...i'd love to reminisce and all but I'm covered in blood, cum, and sweat> sukuna waves a hand and rids our clothes of the bloodstains, though they end up soaking wet in a cloud of holy water, and then he hoists me on his hips into the bathroom where I insisted on having something remotely akin to a modern shower.we compromised, and he dug me an onsen out of the earth.> the sulfur fills my nose, but the heat well meets its worth.i slip into the bath where the water sucks up all the grime and sweat and filth and sucks it up and spurts out circulating jets of natural hot geyser currents.> sukuna slides in next to me. he settles as far away from me as possible. it's a small hot spring, so it's not far, but his intent to have space is easily read.HE DOESN'T LIKE TO BE TOUCHED AFTER A FUCK.> sukuna: the day we met.> IV: mm...what about it?> sukuna: it wasn't the first time you met me. well, the first time you met me but you'd met other universes with me. who you also met.> IV: i know...i know you don't like to talk about it. it's. it was...it was an unkindness. for me to compare you to...to other people, even if they were you to me. you are only you to you.you are yourself to me.i don't look at you and see someone else.> sukuna: anymore.> i smile wryly.> IV: why do you bring it up?> sukuna: BECAUSE I...you are growing older. it's been...nearly ten years since.> IV: mhmm. I don't have an exact count, but I'm about 29. we met nine years ago.inviolation: here, at least.INVIOLATE: WHY IS HE ASKING?> sukuna: I...HOW LONG DO YOU WANT TO BE HUMAN?IV PRIME: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?> IV: i'm not sure what you mean. the rest of my life?> sukuna's mouth twists on a darkness.IV PRIME: IS HE GOING TO KILL YOU? HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU. HE'S GOING TO GOING TO KILL YOU.inviolation: you always knew he would.> IV: sukuna?even the hot spring is beginning to feel cold.> sukuna: ah, sorry. yes. as i mentioned, we'll need to make preparations...> IV: FOR WHAT?> sukuna: why, IMMORTALITY, of course.> IV: i don't want to be immortal.> sukuna: that's because you tried to hang yourself. and you still want to.INVIOLATE: like a peach from the highest tree.> IV: it's not because I want to die anymore, sukuna. but I do want to die someday. I...I don't want to live forever.IV PRIME: DID YOU THINK HE WOULD GIVE YOU A CHOICE? DID YOU THINK YOU EVER HAD A CHOICE?inviolation: you who would do anything to survive, and who would survive anything...IV PRIME: WITH THE CONDITION THAT YOU WOULD SOMEDAY GET TO DIE!INVIOLATE: he lied to you.inviolation: yeah he lied.IV PRIME: WHEN HE NODDED WHENEVER YOU MENTIONED YOU WERE OF COURSE GOING TO SOMEDAY DIE?in+IN: Yeah, He Lied.> IV: sukuna. i'm human.> sukuna waves a hand in dismissal.sukuna: that can be fixed.> IV: I...I won't do it.> sukuna: hmm.> IV: I'M NOT KIDDING, SUKUNA. I WON'T DO IT.> sukuna pouts.> IV: THAT'S NOT GOING TO WORK ON ME THIS TIME!inviolation: it's working a little 😡> sukuna: don't you think turnabout is fair play?> IV: HUH?> sukuna: you wouldn't let me die a hundred thousand times in a hundred thousand lives, including this one. you kept me from killing myself. it was different than the other SACROSANCTs, but you know a suicide is a suicide is the same.> IV: I...I'M NOT GOING TO KILL MYSELF! but as I age, it's natural for my body to slowly, slowly wear away, to decay, to return to the earth where my body will lay. well, unless you conduct a cremation.> sukuna: choosing to die when I could keep you alive is close enough to suicide.> IV: IT'S NOT. I...can we not talk about this right now. we're in the fucking bath.> sukuna, caressing my cheek: will you change your mind.> IV: NO.> sukuna says something in a pattern of vowels I don't understand, clipped and firm but patient and understanding.INVIOLATION: WHAT IS HE SAYING WHAT IS HE SAYINGinviolate: I don't know. it's his enchantment trinket that allows you to go to market on your own and he only gives it to you when he's lazy and doesn't want to go.IV PRIME: HE LIKES THAT YOU DON'T KNOW THE LANGUAGE AND THAT YOU CANNOT LEARN IT, EITHER, YOUR MIND CANNOT WITHSTAND IT, HE LIKES THAT YOU'RE HELPLESS AND THAT HE DETERMINES THE NARRATIVE!inviolation: he should. after what you did to him. to every sacrosanct that ever lived. the DEFILEMENT, the INVIOLATION, of kindling a dead flame into a spitfire, long after the embers should have gone cold, been ashed.and in many situations, many, indefinite timelines, that incense stick burns out and burns to ash.the past repeats the past.IV PRIME: BUT YOU FORCED HIM TO LIVE. AND HE HATES IT. SO NOW HE'S FORCING YOU TO LIVE! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, BITCH! oh god. oh god oh god.lily-lation: you have no choice but to trust him. to do what's "right."+ WHAT IS RIGHT ANYMORE? WHAT IS RIGHT WHAT IS LEFT WHAT IS RIGHT TO DO, WHAT SHOULD I DO.IV drip: do you have a choice?

you can't go back from this.GOD ISN'T LETTING YOU.

she won't permit.