Sometimes I think about Jonelias and it strikes me that this 200 year old man, whose evilness was specifically passive, chose to pour alll his energy for a new ritual into growing a clueless avatar that cannot stand to be anything else but active.
I feel like i have so much more to say but it escapes me right now. Its brewing somewhere at the back of my mind but it’s probably drown out by how much i need them to kiss.