being loveless + afamilial quite literally saved me, back then.
when my family was attacked, I didn’t try to save them. I just hid and walked away. I didn’t even feel much grief over it. I just… left. Maybe I felt guilt for not even hesitating, for not even caring nor grieving, but I never missed them. I never loved them at all. (They didn’t do anything. I was just incapable of love.) to be honest, part of me was even glad that I didn’t have to deal with them any longer. That’s the obvious example.
And then there’s… ascension. I don’t think I really ascended. I turned into another weaver. I really hate how the fandom frames ascension as “death”, because it’s not, but I definitely had no wish for it in that life. I missed Spinning Top sometimes, but not enough to join them. I didn’t mind. I got the opportunity to fulfill my purpose. To sew the world back together. I don’t regret it.
— the watcher, rain world
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