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Eugenia is no longer asking

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🥀 favorite angst quote from a published work

I was literally thinking about this scene yesterday, from PolkaDot Patterson Enters the Vault: One bad-at-emotions person confronts another bad-at-emotions person.

The cheering outside rose, and Greer looked annoyed, almost growling at it.

"Maybe it isn't about who cares-" Dot started.

"Holy shit, shut the fuck up," Greer said. "This isn't some noble sacrifice. You're not saving anyone here. What are you being devoted to? The Boss? BLASEBALL? Haven’t you given up enough of yourself to Blaseball? Is there any PolkaDot Patterson left to give out?”

"You wouldn't understand," Dot said. 

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND," Greer said, throwing her hands up. "I don't get why you're doing this. This is stupid and you're-" She caught herself, looking surprised at herself. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She wiped them away. "You asshole. You don’t even know who you're hurting.”

🌷 favorite sweet quote from a published work

From Garbage at the End of the World, Eugenia Garbage and Greer Lott spend the last moments of their time together before being pulled into the Black Hole (Black Hole):

“Can I ask you something?” Greer asked before finally taking a long drink of her beer.

“Of course,” Eugenia said.

“Why me?”

“Greer…” “You could have had your pick of anyone on this team, anyone would have happily been your friend, why did you give me so much of your attention?” Greer stared hard at the bleachers.

“Because I knew that, despite everything, you’re still that excited, happy kid who got to play Blaseball for a living, and maybe I wanted to protect her. And maybe cause I wanted a challenge.”

Greer, despite herself, laughed. She punched Eugenia, but not too hard for fear that she might fall apart.

“And maybe because caring about people was so counter to everything the Peanut and the Boss ever stood for. Maybe that was the best I could do to fight them. And maybe…” Eugenia said, giving Greer a small, tired smile. “…maybe, after everything, I just like you.”

Greer said nothing, not at first. She looked up to the void and winced. Eugenia watched her struggle, knew her struggle, and finally Greer said, “I’m glad I was lucky enough to be on your team.”

In support of making sure Ziwagenia advances, I would like to share bloodsweatspit's duology of stories, first about a literal pile of trash pining for a fish, and second, a fish pining over a trash princess.