The Flames Consumes us

In the end of S1, we thought it was over, and though Carpenter's presumed-death wasn't in her great moment of screaming against her former god, we still had a sense of finality. Of work being done.

Even smaller characters, like Dennis and Sister Thurrocks had strong, lasting impact in shaping the narrative and their deaths came with a punch.

But then we get to chapter 36 and we get softness. We have two people who grasp desperately for little hopes while trying to stay on the fence because they know that good things don't last.

Is there anything crueler than a god of hope?

Everything is cut short for them, before anything impactful and true change happens. They're left at the edge of happiness and then die with a whimper. There's no finality or great catharsis, it just feels unfair.

You could say the ending is ambiguous, but if you're Sebastian you know you lost. And you'll spend every day doubting this miracle, waiting for the catch, for the other shoe to fall. You won't be able to hear Dev's soft reassurances that it's okay and believe him. Any prospect of anything getting better is soured by your cynicism.

so, I just learned of squiddo's new arg, and let me tell you it is absolutely fire.

Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade…

Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.

Fey: I know, I know. Let’s hope the price wasn’t too much for you after all… Only time will tell.

Human: So, when do we start?

Fey: …If I may ask you to elaborate?

Human: You said you wanted my firstborn.

Fey: Yes? And you agreed?

Human: Yeah, so, when do we start?

Fey: