The Inside of my wheely bin.

Celestialmetals I need to be so fr rn. I don't think any of them are healthy for tf!legs at this stage of crisis. It's easy to be all talk about sticking together and supporting each other in defiance of the books in concept, but when the shenanigans actually hit it doesn't hold up. When something happens they watch him sit at a distance with apprehension, and don't ever draw him back into the fold. Sausage gets the closest, but he doesn't have the best approach because his perspective can't separate 'Legs' and 'Weapon' and he's far too blasé about violence. There's no backbone about actually ensuring he has people to fall back on. If you have a walking nuclear bomb you claim to call your friend, slowly alienating him due to your own subconscious discomfort about what he MIGHT be able to do surely won't make that MIGHT a DEFINITE.

He breaks down alone. He walks alone. He has a distance none of them challenge or even question. They have no thought for his presence outside of immediate conversation so he's in a constant state of catch-up. He put himself on the line for their lives and is slowly destroying himself, his anxiety for their wellbeing is crushing him and there's simply little reciprocation. It feels like watching him sink into a lake attached to three boulders and he won't cut the line because the tether is love. He's never had anyone so he doesn't understand that loving a person doesn't mean they can't be poison. He's simultaneously staring at their backs as they go and tossing himself in front of them as a shield.

He's forced to go into the crypt, which you know he hates, and affect the wheel, an object he was clearly frightened of, in order to get a crucial ingredient for the cure, without which several of his classmates and friends will die. There's no other option, the teachers are useless, he's abandoned by his only companion at the start, and they have neither the time or the knowledge to figure something else out. He commits to the act, at extreme detriment to himself, and the first thing you're concerned with is criticising that the dragons had to wake? Oh they suffered? Why, he must have never considered such a thing! That definitely wasn't already adding to his emotional agony! It's not like he was the one standing in the crypt when it happened! No, he's just an oblivious oaf, using his eeeevil magic without thought however he desires. You, moral and pure, would NEVER do such a thing, because you would clearly be handed a clean and kind solution where all is happy and good.

Like why the hell did the most reassuring person seem to be MEGII??? She's awesome and incredible, but they're hardly close! And they only talked alone for like two seconds! Her roots are scared of him! WHY did her concern feel so much more genuine?

It just feels like watching a self fulfilling prophecy that they swore to deny! 'You're not your books' yet your concern flees you when he has to use his magic. His actions staved off their deaths, AT HIS OWN EXPENSE, yet he sits and takes vilification for being incapable of making it perfect. He vilifies himself and they just stare at him instead of denying it! His suffering is second rung to their anxiety about his magic and he's becoming a scapegoat without them even realising it. How is he supposed to overcome the precarious danger of the Iron Soul when the rug keeps getting pulled out from under him? There's no safety net, no solid supporter, just people who uhm and ahh and let him take far too much blame.