the horrors of war

You know what’d be horrifying, and what’s probably hanging over Percy’s head given what he said last ep?

Imagine if it’s not just that Orthax gets to devour the souls of anyone on a claimant’s List. Imagine if Percy’s fears are right, and worse. Imagine if Orthax lays claim to every soul ever killed by a gun. Any gun. Anywhere in Exandria. All for him, an endless supply now, like the ghosts of the Winchester Mystery House, forever.

It’d make a scary amount of sense as a grand, subtle evil plan: corrupt a genius with a compelling story and the skill to build what you need. Drive him to seek revenge, showing his handiwork off far and wide. The stories spread and others become interested in the weapon’s power. And then Ripley comes along, so willing to speed things up out of spite.

It’d be wickedly clever. No wonder it’s Percy’s worst nightmare.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.