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Never King. Never King. Given light, trapped in the dark. Do you hear us now, Never King?
“There is always room for nostalgia, even if it hurts.”
“Now come on,” I say. “Let’s dry our eyes and go murder our mother.”
“Do not pretend like a man has no right to his tears,” he says around his hand.
We’ll never know because I’m the only one who knows to ask the question, and I’m also the only one who doesn’t really give a fuck.
there is no point in the future where problems do not exist. Where your doubts are no more. Your hardships gone. Where things are easy. “There is no point in the future where it doesn’t hurt right here”—I tap at my chest—“when something you love breaks or abandons you. There is only now and what you do with that now.”
You cannot have light without darkness. That I know for certain. But very few are willing to go so fully into the dark. To destroy themselves on the descent, so that they may climb out transformed.
She’s the brightest shining light in the dark. The second star on the right.
In the distance, I hear shouting, fighting, the clashing of steel, and the voices of my chosen family. The one that never abandoned me, never traded me for another, and would never betray me. I’m coming, I think to them, and I know they hear it. Somehow, through shadow and light, we are all connected now.
