I don't see any comments here, so I want you to know your story is an absolute delight for the imagination. Your characters are 🤌🤌🤌

*sits in youth pastor chair*

... Jesus?

Not only will hitting the trolley switch not save you, you'd better hope the person tied on the other track doesn't see your face.

You have the choice to sacrifice trans people. Perhaps it will save you.

But you don't get to ask trans people to accept the role as sacrifice. You cannot expect understanding, acceptance, forgiveness, or respect.

You made your choice.

Imagine having vague recollections of a stepfather you only know via your mother's oblique mentions, asking about it twenty years later, and hearing about Lucien.