When your character tells you a thing and you, the author, are like, “No, you’re shitting me,” and the character’s all, “I absolutely am not,” and you realize that every single seed needed to grow that thing WAS ALREADY PLANTED IN THE STORY.
In which Kars finds the small joys of life, people bond over emotions and horses, and shit works out pretty okay all things considered.
Bonus, in case the Caesar implication is too dark:
Everyone is happy.
I considered doing something serious for this but in the end I had to give in and go the ridiculous route as always. I can’t believe JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure of all things gave me the opportunity to make a fucking Gstaad joke, you don’t know how long I have been waiting for this chance.