#1 Dean enthusiast

on the other hand, they are alone right before curfew and annabel could very well just kill morella, with her spectre or with whatever supplies are in the infirmary (and i doubt dolly would care, since poppet and the deans are all for the students turning on each other).

Morella definitely planned how, when and where she should do this talk and waited for the right moment

She approaches Annabel like she's a wounded animal, she kneels down so as not to scare her off and to show her that she's vulnerable

I don't think she chose to do it in that room at that hour with malicious intent, I think she specifically chose it because she thought Annabel felt safe and also there wouldn't be anyone eavesdropping (also explains why she waited for Dolly to leave)

i still don't think she's evil YES I AM BIASED BUT I WILL KEEP DEFENDING HER

(It was incorrect-nevermore that gave me the idea to draw this in my last comic so thank you to them 🫶)

when eulalie didn't visit lenore in the infirmary, she was trying to convince berenice to come with her (though to no avail)

duke is distancing himself from everybody by isolating himself in the hideout. he has yet to even sleep in his and pluto's shared room yet

morella is kinda also avoiding everyone by staying in the infirmary most of the time (even during classes apparently..)

duke has read the letter

duke has complicated feelings about the letter but he is very much pissed about the letter

the raven comes to take a visit (bonus if nobody notices)

berenice has been stressing over the deal but is acting like nothing's wrong

eula confronts berenice about her avoiding everyone in the misfits and acting all buddy-buddy with ligeia and rowena (bonus: "friends don't leave friends behind")

flashback(s)

bee and/or eula get a brief flashback to their experience in the maze together

Imagine if one day you were given a choice: Become immortal and indestructible for eternity, unable to be harmed by anything ever again, and get to live forever.

However, in order to achieve that you must give up whatever your purpose in life is. Whatever it is that you were always meant to do, what you were supposed to contribute to the overall scheme and future of the life of the universe, your purpose… the whole reason you were even created, even born in the first place. You must give that up. You don’t know what that is. You’ll never know; But, regardless, you say yes.

Perhaps you assume you wouldn’t have made any sort of significant difference anyway. That butterfly effect theory or whatever they call it? Nah, you call bullshit. It doesn’t matter - you don’t matter, at least not to anything outside of your immediate connections - and it’ll all be fine, and you’ll just live forever with minimal (or maybe even no) consequences.

So, yay! You’re now immortal. You’ll never die or get hurt ever again. Wee!

But then, centuries and centuries later (not to mention that by this point you’ve gone through horrible heartbreak and misery and despair because every loved one you ever had, every friend you ever made, ever person you barely got to know, has passed away, died as you lived on long without them, helpless to do anything for them as you watched them perish, unable to ever go with them or ever see them again. But I digress), now, you learn you actually were important in the grand scheme of things. You were supposed to be a key factor in the world’s survival, long ago; but, because of the choice you made (immortality over individual purpose), you were never given the knowledge or awareness or resources or ability to save the world that you were always supposed to obtain, before you unknowingly made the wrongest choice to ever wrong.

Needless to say, you’ve fucked up big time.

The entire universe as we know it is destroyed soon after this horrifying revelation. It implodes, collapses in on itself, essentially forming a massive black hole or something. Stars, nebulae, galaxies, solar systems and planets, worlds and worlds of living people and things, and light-years of time and space and life, all sucked up into absolute, indefinite nothingness.

But you remain.

Just you. Floating amongst, spiraling around, rocketing through, suspended in… nothing. With a feeling of such unbelievable loneliness that your feeble brain can hardly perceive, can’t possibly hope to comprehend. Not only are you the only living thing left, you don’t even have one inanimate object to keep you company. You have literally. Nothing. And you are literally nowhere. I mean, technically, you are now the universe - if it would bring you petty comfort to think about it that way. You. Only you. With nothing, no one, nowhere. Forever. And ever. And ever.

All because you thought you didn’t matter. That you had no real, meaningful purpose. That you could never possibly make a difference.

But you did. And now look what you’ve gotten yourself into, you silly nugget. You’re gonna be pretty bored and lonely for that eternity, huh?

Or maybe it was out of selfishness. Maybe this wasn’t because you felt useless, but because you simply only cared about prolonging your own life and nothing else. Hm.

The moral here? Be selfless, and always know and remember that you matter.

Or else, one day, you might destroy the universe. And be left to suffer, and be tortured horribly and endlessly by the void of nothingness that has consumed you. With no way to escape. Ever.

Other moral because I got sidetracked from my initial point - all things considered, would you choose longevity over purpose? Immortality over meaning? 

OR, IDK, MAYBE SOME IDIOT JUST LAMINATED A STUPID PIECE OF PAPER TOWEL FOR NO GOOD REASON

AND MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS TO THE MEANING OF OUR SHORT, FRAGILE LIVES IN

A LAMINATED

PAPER

T OW E L

IDK MAN,

and the pages of that book

were made out of

laminated