are we actually living? or are we being kept alive?

[finalring]

After the execution, the survivors are dismissed to rest in preparation for the next week. The miasma curls and turns into each room, letting fall a cold and oppressive atmosphere that fills every corner of the place.

And yet, even in a place that has caused so much grief, life must go on. Thirteen has always been considered to be an unlucky number, but that is the number of people that are left--what will you do, in this false calm?

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[cw_suicide]

[on the one hand, it's clearly important to WWX to get this all out, so he listens quietly and intently.

on the other hand, that terrible feeling of knowing your shit is nowhere near as bad as this and yet someone with this kind of background is willing to tolerate you and your idle despair like it's something worth merit.]

... the Port Mafia had a campaign not too unlike that. They--we... crushed all of the smaller gangs that tried to stand in the way.

How miserable to be on the other side of it...

[onemolife]

[ Does he need to actually pap him. He's going to just rest his chin on Dazai's shoulder. ]

Aiya... don't even go there. [ Tapping his nose ] It was miserable, but my sworn brother and Shijie were still alive at the time, which was enough to keep me going. My focus was doing everything I could to keep them alive and to give them a reason to keep going.

I wound up screwing that all up eventually though, but that's getting a little ahead. Some time after the fall of Lotus Pier, I nearly died. Or maybe I did really die. I will confess that I don't really remember much of that time, but I was in a place where the miasma was so thick that it was suffocating. I was told I was missing for three months.

[cw_suicide]

[his nose scrunches but he does go quiet and listen.]

Mm... I'm guessing something happened in the interim?