Either I’m too much of a pragmatist, or
Hussie has numbed me too much to death already, or both, but it’s
been a few days since the omegapause began and I still haven’t really found myself troubled by
the realization that there are even more dead kids than previously
So one John died on his quest bed the
same day we met him. That’s no big deal to me, because I already got
used to the idea that another version of him died at Typheus’s hand
in the Calsprite timeline. So one Dirk put a microwave on his head
and never drew another breath. That’s okay, because he’ll just be
another lost splinter of what Dirk could have been. So one Dave died
for good when Jade shot him. We already dealt with that way back with
green suit Dave, and the dream bubbles are chock full of doomed
Daves; what’s another one to add to the pile?
It’s a cold, horrible way to think
about teenagers dying, but it’s what Homestuck has conditioned us to
do. Every choice creates fallout and doomed timelines and dead
versions of the characters. The dream bubbles didn’t just come
pre-loaded with a whole population of alt timeline ghosts; they had
to die to end up there anyway. The kids who survive and make it to
the endgame are the sum of every experience that didn’t end in death,
and then there’s the other ones who weren’t so lucky.
But I’ve already trained myself to
write off the ones who didn’t make it. I can speculate on how sad
their timelines were, and how disappointing it must have been to
realize that they were the sacrifice, not the ascendants. But
ultimately, this is is Homestuck, and I know what I’m supposed do is
focus on the ones who are alive.
So I will.