Absolutely. 

My father…Komaru-chan was his…little girl. The one he had to protect. And it was ridiculous. She was a lot like my mother, in the way that she was stubborn, and insisted she didn’t need help. His kindness was spurned. After…a while, he charged me with keeping track of her. I suppose that…I failed in that.

I thought I was doing well, keeping her by my side…but I should have known. Komaru-chan was way too stubborn, a belief system that wouldn’t buckle without a fight. I guess I could easily say that was what got her killed, but in all honesty I was what killed her. Me. My hands.

Yes, he would hate me. He’d absolutely abhor me. He’d yell and break things and shake my shoulders and scream, and cry. And then he’d go silent, and close his eyes and collapse, and hold his face in his hands. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to kill me.

I’d let him.

put a “define ______” in my ask to hear how they learned that concept

A transformation is kind of this stagnant in between period of changing. It’s like…adapting. When you find something better for yourself, you act upon it, and you let it warp you into something that’s supposed to be perfect, but is definitely far from perfection. It’s loneliness.

And it happens loads of ways. Sometimes you’re out in the field and someone throws a grenade at you and it does this little clang and bounces twice and lands next to you, and Kuwata’s yell causes you to automatically pick it up and chuck it back and you hear the boom and you just know you killed someone. The transformation is when you don’t break down right there, you break down at home…and then sooner or later, you don’t break down at all.

Sometimes you’re just sitting in your room, reading a book on Norwegian fairy tales when you realize the horror of your situation—when you realize that, when you look out the window, you won’t see breezy meadows or cars zooming by. You’ll see wreckage and empty buildings and the occasional riot break out. And the transformation is when you go from being transfixed by this crazy new scene to just simply taking a glance outside to check the weather, then returning to the story about an ice queen.

Sometimes you have to break every glass in the kitchen before re-bandaging your hands and instead of thinking ‘I should kill myself’, you’re thinking ‘where can I find new glassware?’

A transformation is re -breaking your heart until it’s stone and won’t break any more. Trial and error.

you precariously placed ho

kami i love you. let’s get married

(Ah yes, the title for this poor kiddo. as like an insult to his disposition and willingness to instigate hope into everyone he’s basically known as the Ultimate Lucem, but I’ve found that a lot of imperialists just call him ‘traitor’ which has kinda morphed into his name ehehe ^^’

But I’m planning on there being some sort of switch in makoto that makes him completely loyal to the empire to the point where he throws away all previous morals and actually begins hunting down the peoples he’s saved in an act of retribution ((sorta)) and then his title changes into Ultimate Martyr—willing to die for his cause. he totally snaps and it’s so cool)

“ It’s hard being around psychotic killers when you’re absolutely certain the people you’re killing committed no offense other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’m just scared that—that one of these day’s I’m going to go, ‘Tanaka was right’, and just…break. And I want to help as many people as I can before that.

It’s kind of taxing, if you haven’t noticed. “