gertrude fucking robinson is one badass motherfucker. she implied the desolation liked her because she was causing devastation upon the cult of the lightless flame and then said “maybe you picked a bad god”. think about how sick and twisted and cool that is

that you could spend your entire life worshipping something, but it will still enjoy your destruction because that’s its nature. you’re not special. your suffering is just food for your god

i really like the idea of gertrude as an anti-avatar of sorts. someone who manages not to align herself fully with any of the fears, but rather uses the fears against their own avatars.