Nevermind

so like. obviously it's an immensely tragic route to take but sometimes it's just so satisfying for a story to go "there's no happy ending this time. resistance is futile in this scenario. the 'good guys' can't win. this is a pointless last stand. so for their final act, our beloved characters are going to rock the antagonist's shit so fucking hard it makes you stare at a wall struggling to process what just happened and how you feel about it for hours afterwards."

i simply think that sometimes it's the best possible narrative decision to allow characters to become supernovas, imploding on themselves but taking as much with them as possible. "you can't save anyone" "maybe not, but i can hurt you". fuck yes. if you can't beat them, tear them apart.

Talking to people about your characters really is a game changer. You'll start saying things about them you didn't even know you knew.

oh shit that’s what it was?

It's about being a child who has these absurd responsibilities thrust onto them, this absurd power, and then are told that power has a horrific cost. Being the Slayer means you have to die, and you don't have a choice. Being the Slayer means you're probably going to kill bystanders, and it'll be your fault. It's not fair and they know it's not fair, and they're raging against it. They say they don't care but of course they care, of course they do, it's just the only thing they can say in the face of this unfair system that's been thrust upon them. It's the only thing that can give them some feeling of control over the situation, because if they don't care then they don't have to face the reality of what's happening to them. They're lying through their teeth because the only other option they see to to resign themselves to an unfair fate, and in the moment they refuse to accept that. She's sixteen years old and she doesn't want to die. She's seventeen years old and she does't want to go to prison. Can you blame either of them?