grow fat and grow old and be content

Do you want to see the oats I have in my pocket? Let me show you-

(oats blow away in the wind)

Do you want to see the oats I have in my pocket? Let me show you-

(oats blow away in the wind)

Do you want to see the oats I have in my pocket? Let me show you-

(oats blow away in the wind)

Alt text: Screenshots from Revolutionary Girl Utena with overlaid text. 1: A closeup on Anthy's face as a tear falls from her eye. Text: "A bit too dramatic, don't you think?"

2: Closeup on Utena fending off a glowing sword with her broken one. Text: "But then again -- it definitely fits the genre."

3: Anthy sitting alone at a table against a wide blue sky. Text: "*I* fit the genre, we all do..."

4: Dios sitting on his white horse from a broken bridge. Text: "moulded by fiction like we're characters in some bad novella."