keep each other safe, find your way through these years, but once the time comes, know that you must help find a way to make sure that this never happens again. if we want to survive and have light in our lives, imperialism must be abolished. fascism must be abolished. capitalism must be abolished.

no gods bless this place. they do not even touch it. we are a nation of pigs that roll in dirt and devour the innocent. we will never be able to towel off the blood, especially with the products of imperialism and capitalism continuing to shower us in it.

ive drank a bunch of blue this evening it's been crazy. irresponsible. this stuff is too tasty.

"It gets worse," She rebukes, having read her mind. "It gets so, so much worse."

She walks around and bends down into her line of sight, blocking the reflection for just a moment, replacing it with the torture of Her fire-red eyes.

"You'll get there," She says simply, a smirk forming. "With time."

maybe, just maybe, she tries to comfort herself with the idea that she's hit rock bottom. that this is as bad as it gets. but just then, as they force her eyes back open, she finds the reflection of her old role model staring at her in the mirror. the Handler is standing behind her, smiling coolly.

suddenly, she does recognize herself, and she hates it. they left just enough inside her to let her know how far she fell, and how much she lost on the way down. her old sense of self peeks up above the waves, just to catch a glimpse of herself in an even worse state than she ever imagined possible.

one day though, maybe after she's been bad, they rip the hood off and shove her in front of a mirror. there's a few seconds before she puts it together (stupid dog that she is), but then suddenly it hits her, and she recoils back, trying desperately to escape her own reflection.

they're breaking her slowly. savoring her as the anger and arrogance is crushed and kneaded out. she's forgetting her name, her past and herself, the same way her pilots did, until she no longer recognizes herself.

world's most insecure woman, dependent on power and control for her self esteem immediately getting downgraded to worthless peon. not even fit to black a handler's boots. forced to grovel at the feet of a woman she once considered herself a peer to. she probably cries herself to sleep every night.

a headmate took one look at this and called it "bunnygirl hypno" NO NO NUH UH SHUT UP STOP MAKING FUN OF ME