my listening to the silt verses and my hyperfixation on sloane and hux have combined into drawing parallels between them and carpenter + faulkner. the old cynic who was born into the faith and is beginning to hate what she used to love and fear in equal measure (the idealist succumbing to the despair of watching both the empire and her order rot and die) and the young convert who will gladly commit atrocity for his god (the zealot soldier whose hands have been soaked in blood since he was old enough to hold a weapon). bound together by choice, by circumstance, by fate, by sheer necessity. bound together even when their opposing natures attempt to annihilate each other. something something being unable to *un*choose each other. you get it















