#memetown

Senboopzakura Kageyoshi.

“Not all who take up the motley carry such tragedy in their pasts, but those who do, as you do, often have a savor to their humor that other jesters lack. The world’s unfair and the gods are cruel, but there is life in laughter, there is virtue in living on pure spite, and our gods smile on those who have the madness inside them to look upon the worst day of their lives and laugh and laugh and laugh. Embrace your audacity and dance.”

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otherwise, though...one more thing would be the idea that people are...gone, when they die. talking about it with a kind of finality. even that much has complexities to it--if they’re faceless to her, if they’re just people she thwacked to feel better or the monsters she’s come to see servants as then she’s fine with the idea that they’re just gone forever, or at least doesn’t care. but if they’re ‘named’, close to her...a part of her knows that she’s never going to smell or taste her mother’s cooking again. she just wants to keep that part shoved away somewhere, where she doesn’t really have to deal with it, just because it hurts too much to deal with on her own--it’s much more hopeful and preferable to her to entertain a fantasy that if she just learns the right things, those smells might drift from the kitchen at least one more time.