[Does what they do in life matter in the context of a shinki? Yes, who they were is important she wants to say, but Ginia can't help but think on the alternate. That if who they were in life matters, then it applies to them now.
She's seen the implications surrounding her life, of the knowledge she knows and doesn't know, the brief flash of her life, what she can do and has done here. Don't look at the thread, don't pull on it, don't follow it down down down
because Ginia knows if she does, maybe she'll prove the thoughts she tries to ignore right.
That she is a bad, evil person. That there's no redeeming someone like her. That everything she's working for and toward is a lie and like everything else, she's going to destroy things.
"Your hands create words. They can do much more than kill. Remember that if nothing else." Someone told her that, though she can't remember who or when. They seemed so certain, but what if they were wrong?
Death is not necessarily the end of the story, no, but sometimes Ginia wants it to be. Let Ginia end so Jitsumi can live.]
I suppose there are two constants.
People always want things to be better.
The world will always change and move on.
I wonder if us being here really does any good. The longest person of the new generation has only been here for a little over a year. Nothing when compared to centuries or millennia of existence.
Yet three are recognized as Gods of Fortune. We are not insignificant, we are doing our part to help and be recognized, we rebel quietly against the order and band together in ways the old gods do not.
I wonder if it all matters. In another century, will all this be forgotten, a strange year unworthy of another thought.
Or maybe in a century, reform is happening. Who knows.
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She's seen the implications surrounding her life, of the knowledge she knows and doesn't know, the brief flash of her life, what she can do and has done here. Don't look at the thread, don't pull on it, don't follow it down down down
because Ginia knows if she does, maybe she'll prove the thoughts she tries to ignore right.
That she is a bad, evil person. That there's no redeeming someone like her. That everything she's working for and toward is a lie and like everything else, she's going to destroy things.
"Your hands create words. They can do much more than kill. Remember that if nothing else." Someone told her that, though she can't remember who or when. They seemed so certain, but what if they were wrong?
Death is not necessarily the end of the story, no, but sometimes Ginia wants it to be. Let Ginia end so Jitsumi can live.]
I suppose there are two constants.
People always want things to be better.
The world will always change and move on.
I wonder if us being here really does any good. The longest person of the new generation has only been here for a little over a year. Nothing when compared to centuries or millennia of existence.
Yet three are recognized as Gods of Fortune. We are not insignificant, we are doing our part to help and be recognized, we rebel quietly against the order and band together in ways the old gods do not.
I wonder if it all matters. In another century, will all this be forgotten, a strange year unworthy of another thought.
Or maybe in a century, reform is happening. Who knows.