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valtsv:

"I tell them that they survived, in their hundreds - miraculously and inexplicably, dodging the bombs. Not a single victim, not one death. An act of divine mercy. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that they were buried properly, according to whatever rites or customs they happen to cherish. When that doesn’t work, I try and turn them into my mother again, in the hopes of making the dead people hateful to me. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that I’m sorry. I tell them I wish they still had ears to become all the wondrous imaginings I had in store for them."

she can't raise the dead. she can't leave the world a better place than she found it. she can't even change it into something that makes her capable of accepting the way it is. she's a weapon, and weapons can only draw blood and pain.

drawing of a person all all fours screaming and sobbing