My thoughts on loneliness and friendship have obviously been getting riled up, especially due to my recent readings on being a child and being an adult and facing the world all along the way, but seeing those giant God Warriors from NausicaƤ in a recent reblog only reminded me of the Four Giants in Majora's Mask, who departed their world, but in doing so they left the poor Skull Kid to feel abandoned by his friends and lash out against the people who remained, which ultimately leads someone who was a mischievous but harmless scamp to become a horrific instrument of hatred and pain.
And in the end, when they return, they tell him that they never forgot him, their old friend, even if they couldn't be together anymore and would need to depart once again.
I do fret about escapism and fantasy and dwelling too much on these fictional people, but I also think, well, isn't it better to think about these things, even in these small ways? And I suppose, given my occupation and future hopes and dreams, I have to believe that, or else I just don't know what remains. I do think we need these stories, on whichever level they're told and shared. We always have and always will.
Here they are, by the way. Four giant friends who never forgot you.
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