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November 4 - November 15, 2025
Destroying is easy. Creating is hard.”
Bloodless? Bloodless? Tell that to all the people I had killed over these last weeks. Tell that to the families of the soldiers I’d buried. Tell that to Moth, who I still hadn’t seen sleep since he killed for the first
Max might just be my favorite MMC of all time. He’s sassy, awkward at times, recognizes Tisaanah for who she is and has an A+ moral compass. SWOON
Yes. But now, in my final seconds, I didn’t think of Esmaris. I didn’t think of the slavers who had taken my mother away, or the soldiers who had killed my friend all those years ago, or Zeryth. I thought only of all the love I had for everything I was leaving behind, spilling out like nectar wine running over the edge of a cup, with nowhere left to go.
But over time, I realized that Max had never been a cynic. He was a wounded optimist trying desperately to return to his natural state.
“You have earned your place in any afterlife,” he murmured. “Sidnee or Wyshraj. Any god worth worshipping would grant it to you. And if there’s an afterlife that would deny you entry, I do not want to be there, either.”
And then, there is Max, looking at Tisaanah the way one looks at a second chance.
He had always come back for me. Just as I would always come for him.

