Nemmil

I've decided to fix some mistakes with the help of @nemmil, but there were so many, thad it would be easier to make a new post

I don't remember that day a lot. When i saw my newself in the mirror. I was washing myself in the tub (didn't fit, my knees sticked out). Remember sickness and shame. So guilty. My poor momma. Died long ago, will never know what her son is now. Was so guilty towards my tunic, socks and sandals, they don't fit me anymore. Was so guilty to lump in the throat. And that hero from the statue? The one with a cool cape? Mabye I failed him too...

don't show off...

Bro👊

In demons' language there is no such concept as "love" existing. It's more of… of the way when you say that you like fighting, but not about a "love" to simular being. It wasn't even a tuul'ma – when you fuck and don't cut them off completely after — you just keep chatting from time to time.

No. It was a feeling that only a human can experience. [then crossed out]. All-consuming tenderness mixed with some bitterness. Desire to squish, lick all over her body, eat it up, not even that... devour. Gently, lovingly, painlessly. Like in nursery rhymes. But between this… sitting with her, and talking about everything for hours straight… [then text becomes unreadable].

But the most horrible thing in loving someone – is that how I was torn apart only of the thought of how is the world unfair and fate might be cruel to her, bring her pain anytime it wants to. You, in tirn, can do no-thing. You… [smudge, hole in the notebook, unreadable]. Well, demons hate to feel pathetic…

(from the diary of Rubilax, data and year unknown)

У демонов даже нет в языке слова «любовь». Есть что-то похожее, но это так... так можно сказать про то, что ты любишь подраться, но не про себе подобное существо. Это было даже не «туул'ма» – когда ты ебешься, но не разбегаешься после этого, а продолжаешь общаться.

Нет. Это было чувство, доступное, как будто бы только человеку. [далее зачеркнуто] Поглощающая нежность, смешанная с какой-то горечью. Желание помять, облизать, съесть, нет, даже сожрать. Ласково, любя, безболезненно. Как в детских стишках. Но между этим сидеть, и разговаривать с ней часами... [текст неразборчив]

Но самое чудовищное в том, чтобы любить кого-то – то, как меня раздирало изнутри от мысли, что мир жесток, а судьба над ней может сколько угодно раз надгругаться и сделать ей больно. Ты же, в свою очередь, не можешь сделать ни-че-го. Ты [клякса, порванный лист, дырка в тетради]. Знаете, демоны очень не любят чувствовать себя жалкими...

Are those for me?

To be honest, the Great Wave manga is so poorly written that I don't really understand why it's needed.

Half of the second volume is spent reflecting on the book 2 that never happened, Amalia on the cover is not justified in principle, and Adamai on the poster and spread looks like a joke.

The plot practically doesn't move and these two volumes could have been placed in two regular episodes. The characters are written in a haphazard way, I don't see any interesting features in them, the situation is saved only by Cynthia with her jokes, like a funny face or sleepy Amalia in the queue.

It's not dark, not mature and only drags out time, distracting us from the essence of why Yugo will explode.