17 mice in a trenchcoat

things will work out + it’s still early + not everything is lost + trees

me when my shizun reveals that i was meant to be a bloodthirsty, lust-driven monster who bedded three hundred women and never loved a single one of them and who could scarcely separate my own desires from that of my sword and who hoarded more and more riches for happiness i couldnt buy and accumulated so much blood on my hands i couldnt ever wash clean and i was bitter and lonely and vengeful but even so, he loved me. he loved me so much he died cursing the gods for making me unhappy. he loved me so much he transcended worlds to come make me happy. there was an evil overlord demanding he be cruel to me, and despite that, he gave me medicine, he smiled at me, he pat my head and believed in me and loved me. he came from a world with no cultivation nor swordfighting, yet he protected me. it was probably scary and he had no one to confide in, and i made it so much worse, i misunderstood him, trapped him, hurt him, and yet he loved me. he loved me so hard he resewed the threads of fate and rewrote my destiny, are you fucking kidding?