Marvellous Women of Color // Nico Minoru (Sister Grimm)
People like to tell you everyone dies alone. I always thought that was a poetic way of saying mortality is inevitable. Or death is scary. But I’m calm now. I can’t feel anything but the cold. This is the end. And right at the moment…it’s not the dying that keeps me dragging myself through the snow. It’s the alone.
Turn the TV off! You’ve got another dead kid with a high school ring and it’s glorified all over the screen. What’s with this world and its social horror scenes? Look at me, on NBC, I got a gun in my hand, I’ll make the whole world understand how good this feels to cause a tragedy.