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A person had to care about the outcome of a fight in order to pick one,
He saw the possibility of doom and said not today, fucker!,
He missed Libby Rhodes the way he would miss having electricity. Or his left hand. He did not know how to function without her.
Nico missed Gideon like he would miss his conscience, or his ability to slip a punch. He did not know who he was when Gideon was gone.
unadulterated loathing.
This was just the world. You trusted people, you loved them, you offered them the dignity of your time and the intimacy of your thoughts and the frailty of your hope and they either accepted it and cared for it or they rejected it and destroyed it and in the end, none of it was up to you. This was just what you got. Heartbreak was inevitable. Disappointment assured.
Destiny was a choice. Time to torch this outcome and let the fucker burn.