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- Remus: The Corruption

remus is dirty. he is the rot in your skin. an itch that you can’t help but scratch to the point of infection, turning your red blood into green sludge. remus is the parasitic twin, a leech, feeding on your disgust. he’s everything you don’t want to be, a spitting image of you but Wrong. he’s that sickening reminder that something is rotten inside of you, and you can never cut it out. he’s burrowed into your neurons, making a home in your nightmares. letting vile images seep through the cracks of consciousness, just to remind you that you’re unclean. remus is an infestation that just won’t go away, rotting your sense of self until you are nothing but a maggot-infested skeleton.

- Virgil: The Hunt

what is anxiety if not sprinting away from physiological tigers? the feeling of being chased, being behind. do you know how much you have to get done today? why aren’t you running? time stops for no one and everyone is out to get you, so start moving now. something bad is going to happen, and unless you start trying to escape right now it’s going to Get You. and if you can’t escape, if the target’s already on your head, and you’re backed into a corner, well. you can’t go down without a struggle. claw and scratch, hurt someone if you need to. there’s an adrenaline rush in both sprinting away from the danger as fast as your legs can take you and deciding to face it head on, teeth bared. i’m sure you’ve heard of fight or flight, virgil.

- Roman: The Lonely

when you die, will people remember you? what have you done that makes you worthy of attention? of love? y’know, people won’t stick around if you’re not interesting enough. there’s a wall that separates you from everyone else, but if you just keep trying, maybe– just maybe– you can scale that wall, like a daring prince in a fairy tale, and someone will be waiting on the other side, ready to love you. but for now, you’re a faceless mask performing in a crowded theater. a shallow, empty facade. the spotlight’s too bright to see anyone in the audience (if there is anyone there at all), and you’re reciting a never-ending monologue. a one-man show. completely and totally alone.

- Logan: The Vast

humans are so incredibly small. absolutely meaningless in the face of the universe. how can we claim to know anything at all when we stare into the infinite void of space? you could learn every single piece of knowledge ever collected in human history, and you would still know less than 0.00001% of everything there is to know. it’s all statistically irrelevant to the mass of information in our world and beyond. how should logan, one who prides himself on knowing more than others, feel about that? realizing that he knows basically the same amount as anyone else, which is nothing. we look up at the cosmos and see an incomprehensible amount of space, but even on our own planet, the oceans still exist mostly outside of our understanding. space spans on forever, and we’ve barely scratched the surface of understanding our world. it’s humbling, being so minuscule. humans are pathetically insignificant creatures, grasping at infinitesimal straws to make meaning out of nothing, and sense out of everything. logan used to find comfort in the stars, but now they’re just a reminder of every lesson he will never be able to comprehend.

- Patton: The Eye