[It’s impossible to forget that he’s the end of the world.
[That was the thing, wasn’t it? As long as he was here, he would not crush the world flat under his heel. Aubrey would be kidding herself if she said keeping him was some kind of noble action, anything more than her own warped neuroses and love and everything, everything they’ve been through here. His own self-destruction, by now, concerned her more than anything. They’re just selfish people, like that.
[Phrasing it like his own delusions, “freedom”… a mercy, of sorts. A nod towards keeping the peace.
[But his self-destruction has always had a body count.]
[“Eighty percent.”]
[Her hands drop, abruptly, instead of doing something else.]
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[It’s impossible to forget that he’s the end of the world.
[That was the thing, wasn’t it? As long as he was here, he would not crush the world flat under his heel. Aubrey would be kidding herself if she said keeping him was some kind of noble action, anything more than her own warped neuroses and love and everything, everything they’ve been through here. His own self-destruction, by now, concerned her more than anything. They’re just selfish people, like that.
[Phrasing it like his own delusions, “freedom”… a mercy, of sorts. A nod towards keeping the peace.
[But his self-destruction has always had a body count.]
[“Eighty percent.”]
[Her hands drop, abruptly, instead of doing something else.]
[She doesn’t say anything.]