deep asks that get uncomfortably personal
what’s the best advice you’ve ever been given?
what is your preferred method of non-physical self destruction?
what is your favorite way to self care?
tell me about your most vivid memory, good or bad.
if anything, what would you change about your childhood?
what is something that you’ve always wanted to do but have never been able to do?
what is your fatal flaw?
what is something that gets to you that you wish wouldn’t?
do you cry? why or why not?
tell me about an insecurity you overcame.
tell me about your last failed friendship.
who do you wish you could connect with but haven’t been able to connect with?
what can make you excessively angry?
do you enjoy being lightheartedly teased? why or why not?
do you prefer to be numb or overly emotional? why?
what is a skill or talent you’ve completely lost or overlooked? why did that happen?
what was your favorite color as a child and what is your favorite color now?
what is something you can’t bring yourself to get rid of?
tell me something you don’t like telling the people you are close to.
tell me what you think others think about you.
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sometimes I think that Star Wars fans are so inured to the rise-and-fall arc of Anakin Skywalker->Darth Vader that we forget exactly what that means.
it seems inevitable to us because we all - mostly - saw it coming because of the order of release. and TCW makes no bones about showing Anakin’s unsteady descent into reckless selfishness, even while he’s still absolutely planted in the role of hero, of Jedi.
but just. for a second. put all that aside. the narrative, the characters, the foreshadowing.
and think about your best friend.
your lifelong companion, your spouse, the friend since childhood, the person you connected with last year and just know you’ll never let go of. a parent or parental figure.
whoever it is you trust the most and want to spend the most time with.
you know this person. you know their likes and dislikes. their mannerisms. when they like to sleep and wake, what they like to eat, how they laugh, who else they’re comfortable around, their favorite clothing style, how their voice sounds when they’re frustrated or tired or a little silly.
and you know them, and you love them.
you are aware of their flaws.
you trust them to not become only their flaws. why would they? who would do that? people are so much more than their best and their worst. you trust them.
of course you do. after all, you know them, understand them, love them. you might not get each other all the time, or even get along as much as you’d like, but you know each other. you’ve got one another’s backs.
it is this person you think of most often. the one you think of when someone invites you and a plus-one, the one you worry about when there’s bad weather, the person you want to share a joke with first. they’re annoying and complicated and you know them. (life has been tough on you and them. life is tough on everyone. things are hard, and you stick as close as you can to this person, and it helps so much.)
and then one day, you come back home after a very long but surprisingly positive day at work and find out that this person has sold your house out from under you, killed your dog, murdered your entire family, slaughtered your neighborhood, including all the kids you’ve grown up around for years and waved at as you drove by, maybe even stopped to say hello or return a toy that rolled away, and then somehow managed to pin all these crimes… on you.
you have lost everything. everything.
and when you chase your friend down and demand answers out of them, plead and argue and ask and cry, all they can say is that it’s all your fault. and that if you can’t be with them on this, that you were never with them in the first place.
your best friend has just destroyed lives, destroyed your life, murdered people, and continues to victim-blame while attempting to hack you to pieces.
you must be having a nightmare.
but you’re not.
you’re still loving this person who is more caricature than person, and even as they’re trying to kill you and you’re trying to process the overwhelming losses, you still love them. and hate them, too. except - you still love them.
this is when you begin to cry.
and this is the story of everyone who loved Anakin.
It’s the story of Obi-Wan, and Padmé, and Ahsoka, and Rex, and even just other Jedi and Clones that knew and trusted him, existing in his periphery and by his side, trusting him even while knowing his flaws. everyone has flaws. everyone has dark, selfish, wild desires. nobody expects their friends to give into them.
picture your best friend again. now picture them doing all of this to you.
and tell me you don’t want to destroy something. or hurl yourself off a cliff.
tell me you’re strong enough to live in the wastelands for twenty years contemplating your mistakes and wishing your friend was still your friend.
lie to me.
tell me you’re brave enough to be anyone who loved Anakin Skywalker.
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If the Thin Man wanted to take his revenge on Six, if he truly hated Six for her betrayal, he would've killed her right then and there. But no, he imprisoned her in the tower to keep her distant from Mono...
And while she doesn't have the same ability as the Thin Man to manipulate the tower to her will hence becoming distorted and monstrous, he gave her a room full of toys and remembered the music box she seeks comfort with...
(I WISH THE DEVELOPERS GAVE THE OPTION TO TOUCH SIX'S HAND FOR COMFORT BECAUSE MONO HERE LOOKED LIKE HE WANTED TO REACH FOR HER)
When Mono called her, she tilts her head and crawls up him, remembering that he's a friend from simply hearing his voice...
She walked to him and presents the music box to him, one she's clearly protective of, but trusts him enough that she'd share it with...
Little Nightmares 2 had more emotional impact than the first game, there's a reason why we have a friend to have an attachment and feel what they feel.
Alright, I'll head back to the corner and cry more.
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