Do it, so they can respond with the "Oh, you think the Somnium losing is the end of the world?"

- wasn’t ALWAYS a bad time. In fact, there were points where they were genuinely happy and enjoying themselves and their company. Perhaps for even an extended period of time, they were actually okay with it.

Somnium: “one of us dying for good is a loss condition.”
Nightwatch: “She is effectively dead already, now we need to kill the monster she has become.”

believe in it, and my writing suffers. It’s not my work at that point, it’s the false sentiment of some poser trying to pretend they can be positive. I don’t know how people put up with it.

Work and see “oh, that’s just how I really feel, huh?”. I think lowly of people, I think lowly of religion, I think lowly of the concept of Gods, to reach an adequate ending one must completely annihilate their former sense of self. Even to me, it’s tiring, but when I try something else, I don’t -

There was a point, where it just felt like it was my thing to be the “Edgelord” or “Despairfucker” and I totally leaned into it because it was funny to me, nice to have something to identify myself in that literary sense. But years later, when that shit doesn’t matter to me anymore, I look to my-

“Soldiers, engineers, scientists, explorers, businessmen, once we step onto the same ship together, we are one and the same. We are voyagers of this sea of stars, on our own personal odyssey. We are travelers.”

For both their sakes, this needed to stop, completely. It hurts for her to recognize it, but she likely saw it before and just didn’t want to accept it. The writing has always been on the wall, but reading it would mean giving up that last bit of her past self that stayed with Ami.