{--67} Gratia gratiam parit, ad summam.
I think I'm finally understanding this curse now. Call this an official report, I guess.
A man without much hope in his life once explained to me that every single day, you're face with a thousand possibilities. With every step you take, and every time you open your mouth to speak, you're presented with numerous possibilities, and none of them will be the truly correct one. While the action right there may be the best, moments before or moments after, you run the risk of doing something else you'll forever regret.
"Happiness isn't eternal," he explained to me. "Happiness comes with one correct step, and is decimated when it's followed by the next one." This is something I've believed wholly through most my younger years.
Over the entirety of the City now, the personalities of those around us are changing. Not changing to the unbelievable, where they wear tinfoil hats or believe the Feds are out to get them, but in a way that's disturbingly real. Even for those we don't know, there's a perpetual clarity to their behaviors that cannot be denied as something realistic to them. It’s as though the steps between a certain point and now have been swept away; washed and beaten down by wind-tossed sands.
The most obvious of my encounters of this has struck close to my heart home. I spent most my night attempting to reach and grasp at whatever kindness remains inside of him. Although I know full and well that, in due time, this curse will vanish like all the others, I also know the damage that can be done in just one day. Just one, and while many of our fellow citizens seem to be comparatively docile to their normal selves, there are those who have taken a turn to becoming of the most dangerous sort.
This is simply a curse. We must be within our final hours, if this runs the same course of most the others. This is something we have to remember. The confusion, the worry. The affected may or may not listen, as it seems their steps and their words have varied vastly enough to cause themselves to end up in a completely different space and time. However, to reiterate, this isn’t a curse of extremities. This is a curse that hits close to home for the affected and the unaffected alike. Tread lightly, and remember it will all be over soon.
This was for me more than anyone, I think.
Phlegethon.
{Private to Vash//pretty close to unhackable}
How are you feeling?
{Private to Miss Rem//pretty close, too}
Miss Rem. All of them are affected... Is Mr. Priest really a teenager, and... What happened to Vash? I get the overall of it, but I'm not sure where he stepped wrong for this.
{Private//same as above, but just not quite}
I'm so tired. I think I'm overreacting to this. Aren't I? I can see it plain as day, but is it... He was so calm last night. Livio's the one that scared me more. Maybe it's because I'm tired. I know what they both can do, but I know you can reason with the affected to some degree. There were times I could have sworn that Vash was really hearing me. Not his affected self, but beyond that. Or maybe it's wishful thinking brought about by the fact that I haven't slept again.
I feel as though I've just woken up amidst a party, and everyone knows what's happening but me at times. Sleep deprivation leads to paranoia. I'm going to go get some coffee at Fai's. Hopefully he's okay.
A man without much hope in his life once explained to me that every single day, you're face with a thousand possibilities. With every step you take, and every time you open your mouth to speak, you're presented with numerous possibilities, and none of them will be the truly correct one. While the action right there may be the best, moments before or moments after, you run the risk of doing something else you'll forever regret.
"Happiness isn't eternal," he explained to me. "Happiness comes with one correct step, and is decimated when it's followed by the next one." This is something I've believed wholly through most my younger years.
Over the entirety of the City now, the personalities of those around us are changing. Not changing to the unbelievable, where they wear tinfoil hats or believe the Feds are out to get them, but in a way that's disturbingly real. Even for those we don't know, there's a perpetual clarity to their behaviors that cannot be denied as something realistic to them. It’s as though the steps between a certain point and now have been swept away; washed and beaten down by wind-tossed sands.
The most obvious of my encounters of this has struck close to my heart home. I spent most my night attempting to reach and grasp at whatever kindness remains inside of him. Although I know full and well that, in due time, this curse will vanish like all the others, I also know the damage that can be done in just one day. Just one, and while many of our fellow citizens seem to be comparatively docile to their normal selves, there are those who have taken a turn to becoming of the most dangerous sort.
This is simply a curse. We must be within our final hours, if this runs the same course of most the others. This is something we have to remember. The confusion, the worry. The affected may or may not listen, as it seems their steps and their words have varied vastly enough to cause themselves to end up in a completely different space and time. However, to reiterate, this isn’t a curse of extremities. This is a curse that hits close to home for the affected and the unaffected alike. Tread lightly, and remember it will all be over soon.
This was for me more than anyone, I think.
Phlegethon.
{Private to Vash//pretty close to unhackable}
How are you feeling?
{Private to Miss Rem//pretty close, too}
Miss Rem. All of them are affected... Is Mr. Priest really a teenager, and... What happened to Vash? I get the overall of it, but I'm not sure where he stepped wrong for this.
{Private//same as above, but just not quite}
I'm so tired. I think I'm overreacting to this. Aren't I? I can see it plain as day, but is it... He was so calm last night. Livio's the one that scared me more. Maybe it's because I'm tired. I know what they both can do, but I know you can reason with the affected to some degree. There were times I could have sworn that Vash was really hearing me. Not his affected self, but beyond that. Or maybe it's wishful thinking brought about by the fact that I haven't slept again.
I feel as though I've just woken up amidst a party, and everyone knows what's happening but me at times. Sleep deprivation leads to paranoia. I'm going to go get some coffee at Fai's. Hopefully he's okay.