lead me to my death, angel michael.

she’s unhinged she’s religiously traumatized she’s a child soldier she’s a genius she’s 5’1 and commands every room she walks into she’s middle-aged she’s good with babies she’s bad at baking she’s a horrifying driver and she has never done anything wrong in her life

the thing is like. of course cobel invented severance. of course the girl who spent her whole childhood doing backbreaking labor in a fume-choked factory from sun-up to sundown would dream of a way to erase the memory of the aches that came from hours spent stirring a vat. of course the girl who never had a work-life balance because lumon owned every aspect of her world would want to force that separation into existence. of course she sold her soul to the company store and immersed herself in the teachings of kier and earned every single thing she accomplished through dedication and industry. and of course jame eagan took credit for it all.