all the advice on moral ocd ive been trying to find online is like "well you cant ever know for sure if youre a good or bad person you just gotta learn to live with the uncertainty" like yea thats the point brother. you nailed the exact thing i dont know how to do
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Willa really goes from
“Shame.” She watches them for a second, watches the realization wash over their face. Their muffled yell gets cut short when she smashes the butt of the gun against their temple, sending them to the ground. She knows she should have pulled the trigger—it was them or her after all—but she just… couldn’t do it. What did that make her?
Weak?
A traitor?
What would she do when it was them or her?
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The sound of gunshots, screams, and curses echo behind her and there’s a twinge in her stomach.
Guilt.
She pushes it down, down, way down, until it’s nothing but a passing flutter. She can't look back and she sure as hell can never get caught. Not again. Not even if it meant throwing someone else under the bus to save her own ass.
Goes from not even killing peggies to throwing civs under the bus in order to buy a few minutes of time to escape
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How do you think helob and Sozo met?
So- They start to actually talk to one another once one of Sozo's followers ends up in one of Helob's traps. Until then they had just crossed paths, observing each others from afar just because of curiosity.
The first time it happens they just discuss payment for the follower- the next times though (mushroomos.. aren't the brightest) they start chatting more- until the even get to share stories to one another, Sozo talks about his travels and the mushroom/rituals he discovered during them, while Helob describes how their daily hunts went.
The excuse of the mushroomos soon isn't even needed anymore (even though Helob still catches one or two at times just to have an excuse to visit for an extra chat) and Sozo often stops by their shop when he decides to hunt for mushrooms on his own.
But why would they chat if they have practically nothing in common?
Well Sozo just feels like a real chatterbox when he wants, especially when it's about mushrooms. Helob instead, at first does so out of curiosity for Sozo (it is important for a hunter to understand whether a new face is a prey or a predator)- but then they slowly start to appreciate this little work break.
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I see Sozo as being an outsider, meaning he used to travel all over the place for his research. That at least until he discovered menticide mushroom and devoted his life and being to them, thus setting his definitive base in Spore Grotto.
Helob instead was born and raised in the Lands of the Old Faith, more precisely in Silk Cradle. Yet they never really took part in the cult of Shamura, living by themselves and by their own beliefs, so they’re technically an outsider too fate wise.
They're both alone in a way or another (wouldn't count mushroomos or the little spiders as real company, since they're technically afraid of both the research and the hunter)- which can become quite boring even for someone like Helob, who has been a lone hunter their whole life.
So they're practically a little break from each other's routines in my head- just two fucked up predators keeping each other company ya know?
Imma also.. leave down here a little written bit that is kinda about it! (it's from Helob POV)
He had a weird presence to say the least, at times entertaining while others.. just curious. The thing that puzzled the spider the most was how neither his manners or scent matched with any ant they had ever met. And those occasional fresh splotches of blood on his fur and clothes..
Even with such doubts, Helob had never bothered to thoroughly investigate much about Sozo, simply chalking up most of his oddities to the spores that perpetually surrounded him. They didn't perceive him as a threat and he didn't seem to perceive them as prey, the rest they had no rush of knowing.
Discovering everything about him straight away would've ruined a good chunk of the fun of their little chats after all.
The day the spider found one of his little guys stuck in one of their traps was when they actually started to talk to one another, instead of just sharing stares whenever one crossed the other's path. The first times they had just discussed payment for the followers' lives, then they had slowly started straining from the commercial path, slipping instead into a more casual chit chat.
None of their interests really matched apart from perhaps hunting- one for meat, the other for.. well, mushrooms. Yet that dissonant chatting had quickly become a pleasant break from Helob’s usual routine. Stories of hunts that had gone for the best or the worst and detailed descriptions of rituals and mushrooms mixing together, taking the place of the daily slaughter that threatened to become a mere background noise for the spider.
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