You and I need to talk. . .
We've had our differences over the years and I know I've treated you poorly. But you and I have a problem - and it's me. I know it'll take time, but I'm asking you to forgive me for how I've treated you, denigrated and undervalued you, to deny that which others seem to see so easily. For our own survival, that needs to change. I'm tired, dude. Tired of fighting pointless battles, tired of defeating myself before I've even begun the fight. Tired of ignoring you and your council. It's going to be a difficult journey for us both and, god knows, we'll fight each other before we finally call peace, but it will be worth it, I promise you.
So, what is it do we want, after peace is called? For now, three things; the first, I want us to create again. To write, to draw, to give form to the visions in my head which I used to love so much, the thing that ran through our veins. I want to fall in love with it again. But something stands in the way:
Depression. That liar; that thief in the night. He came and robbed me of almost everything, everything I loved, which was part of me and yet he continues to whisper the lies, seductive and insidious. It's time that fucker was removed from consideration, to knock his deceitful dick in the dirt; the second thing I want for us. But for that, we need each other, in union, as one with purpose. I need you. He has our property, and I want it back! He also prevents me from being a good man, a man who wishes to be seen and loved by someone for my virtues and my heart.
The third thing is a more personal thing perhaps, but something just as meaningful to me:
When all this is done, and we've reclaimed what is ours, bloodied and bruised from battle and begin to rebuild anew, I want her to see me, and just be proud of me.
I need you for all this, and more. We need each other. . .
HHXIII.
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Actually no I’m so not done talking about how rigged the quell was. Because I’ve seen people referring to it as “hunger games all stars.” That was 1000% intentional. Not only is it these weirdly coincidental duos that are reaped together (even from districts with tons of victors). For instance, a brother and sister duo, and two different known couples- it’s ALSO people who won their own games by extraordinary means. It IS the all stars, anyone who poses the biggest threat to the capitol. To eliminate all but one would be to eliminate any threat of the capitol’s fall. All of them arguably have the most reason for rebellion as well- it was a truly genius move that probably would’ve worked if it weren’t for Plutarch’s plan.
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Listen for obvious reasons, we are all freaking out, but like, I haven't seen anyone talking about Arahabaki in all of this.
Like, my man's a literal god of destruction, an almighty entity, feared and worshipped and what not, and one day he is just randomly squished into a freaking child who can actually resist him.
And THEN, the one time he can get out, he is stopped by A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD that looks like a twig, and this goes on until FINALLY THE TWIG DIES, and this would be great, except his VESSEL is being CONTROLLED by a vampiric lollipop WHO IS ALSO BEING CONTROLLED by a grandpa, a hyperactive clown and a rat that just took a bath in McDonald's oil frier.
Like imagine the shame. The embarrassment. I don't know if there are other gods in BSD but Arahabaki better hope there aren't because he is NOT living this down.
(Also technically, the death of said twig is bad for him too. Cause the only reason Chuuya unleashed Corruption was the knowledge Dazai would stop him.)
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“Red team was so selfish looking past the cursed team like that” listen man they were thinking about it often, and had evidence they were cursed too. They were convinced they were cursed too. Bad (with Pierre’s help I’ll be honest) singlehandedly destroyed any sort of civil relations and good faith between the two teams and this shot Blue in the foot when they tried to make the case about them being cursed last minute, about trying to rig it in the cursed teams favor.
There was never a cursed team in the first place, it was all a tactic to build paranoia and that feeling of betrayal and to get them to tear eachother a part. And it worked super well! At the end, neither would listen to the other about their evidence, not with an honest open ear, not with the willingness to think the other team could be cursed. It’s not a case of ‘Red just refused to listen because they wanted to win more than they cared’ they thought they were cursed too - if they were selfish, then so were Blue in the same way.
Every time Red had tried to talk first early on, it was met with extreme violence - and with Bad consistently proving he’ll play dirty to win, they didn’t trust Blue enough to listen to them in the later game. Maybe they should have listened then. Maybe Blue have listened earlier. The game worked as intended to set them against eachother.
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