There's no hope in "gaining the strength to fight" if there's no hope of victory. Not even the idea of it.
Because don’t you understand, that’s not hope. Hope is not blind. It isn’t “I just really wish things were different.” It’s “I know they will be.” Or even, “I know they could be, WHEN such-and-such happens.”
The bleakest moments in all my favorite stories are when the good guy lashes out and hits the bad guy across the face, because even though he can't win, it feels good to fight back for a second—but then that lash-out becomes pathetic and sadder than ever when it's over. Because when the momentary thrill is gone, you're left with the hopelessness. The fact that that's all he'll ever have; the idea of winning. When in actuality "victory" is just some comfortable lie or mirage-like dream he indulges in every once in a while, but it'll never be real.
I mean what the heck. It would be like if, in The Shawshank Redemption, nobody ever gets out. Nobody is ever freed.
It would specifically be like if Andy just keeps building his library and occasionally listening to music, hanging onto some "idea" of a life that is no longer real, but ultimately he dies in prison, a slave, forgotten, unjustly accused, unknown. Defeated. Yeah he kept living. Till he died. And what was the point?
But no, Andy escapes. Andy gets out. Even if it took most of his life to do it, he still did it. Because it was possible. Because he was never supposed to be there. Because it's not true that "the darkness will always be with you and you'll never truly defeat it, but it's enough to keep going."
No, it's not! That sounds pretty, but it's nonsensical. Thats the kind of thinking that made Brooks hang himself. He could make life livable with a comfortable lie; until he couldn't.
If hope is the comfortable lie—if hope of defeating the darkness once and FOR ALL is a lie—then why bother? Why bother at all?
You only fight because there's something worth fighting for. You only travel to reach the destination. That “it’s the journey, not the destination” does not apply.
I refuse to believe it. I will not buy into it. I know that the darkness ends. Ends, are you reading this? Ends permanently. I'm going to be free of my anxiety and depression and sickness, and dark thoughts, and self-focus, permanently, and when it happens, it won't be because I'm dead, it'll be because I'm alive forever.
I know it beyond the shadow of a doubt. My God said so. He trumps all your comfortable-lie-is-beautiful nonsense.
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Shadows of the Blade Dracule Mihawk x Fem!Reader
Reader hasn't been a very good girl, has she?
Part 3: Unveiling Secrets
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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the deck of the Thousand Sunny as it sailed through the endless expanse of the Grand Line. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and camaraderie, the crew of the Straw Hat Pirates going about their daily routines with a sense of purpose and adventure.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, you found yourself lost in thought, leaning against the railing as you gazed out at the vast ocean stretching out before you. The sea was calm, a tranquil oasis amidst the chaos of the world, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to bask in its serenity.
The gentle sway of the sea lulled the Thousand Sunny into a rhythmic dance as it sailed through the Grand Line. On deck, amidst the laughter and chatter of the Straw Hat Pirates, you found yourself lost in thought, your mind drifting back to the enigmatic figure who had become an unexpected confidant - Dracule Mihawk.
But beneath the surface, a storm was brewing - both figuratively and literally.
Mihawk's gaze was sharp and penetrating, his eyes betraying a depth of knowledge and understanding that sent a shiver down your spine. From the time spent together, you knew that he was no ordinary swordsman, that behind his calm exterior lay a wealth of experience and wisdom earned through years of battle and bloodshed.
For he knew something that you did not - you were no ordinary member of the Straw Hat crew. Behind your gentle demeanor lay a past shrouded in darkness, a history of bloodshed and betrayal that had earned you a bounty larger than most could fathom.
And Mihawk had been sent to apprehend you.
But as he observed you, his gaze lingering on your face with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, he couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt gnawing at his conscience. There was something about you, something that spoke to him on a deeper level, that made him question the truth of your past., that beneath the facade of innocence lay a truth waiting to be unveiled.
And so, he bided his time, content to wait until the moment was right to confront you about your past.
Meanwhile, you remained blissfully unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows, your mind occupied with thoughts of the adventures that lay ahead. And as the stars twinkled overhead, casting a soft glow over the deck, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you, a fleeting moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of the world. The gentle breeze played with your hair, the salty scent of the sea filling your senses as you allowed yourself to be swept away by the beauty of the moment.
But little did you know, the shadows of the past were closing in, and soon, you would be forced to confront the truth that lay hidden within your own heart.
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Part 4 is already posted babes.
Make sure to check out the other works and be on the lookout for Mihawk x Maid reader soon. Bye!~ <3<3 :3
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