WHY AM I HAVING SO MANY. FEELINGS. AND THOUGHTS. ABOUT NOT!THEM.
it died screaming and crying. it already knew how to hurt. it didn’t know how to fear.
imagine you are a thing, and your purpose is the fear of the unknown. imagine this is all there is to you. you don’t know want, you don’t know need, and you don’t know pain and fear. these are things you are meant to inflict, not experience.
then imagine that one day, you are known. your masks, which have always defined you, are now forced off, and to you, you faceless creature, this is equivolent to someone tearing off what you are. imagine you are seen and beheld every second, and for the first time in your existence (because you have never truly lived), you know fear and you know pain. now you know shame, and now you cannot hide, no matter whose skin you wear.
the death of not!sasha was both incredibly cruel and, ultimately, an extreme act of mercy on jon’s part.