#don't get me started on how he was ready to adopt ALL the freed children
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Do you ever think about Anthony's guilt? Because I do. As he ran through the compartments of the never ending train, do you think he thought about the day he'd gotten his son an engine instead of a car? Do you think he remembered the fateful day when he answered his son's questions and shut down his son's fears (what was his name? He can't remember his own son's name), tried desperately to ignore the panic lacing his voice as he showed him (he didn't tell him. He mustn't tell anyone) the hole in the wall?
Do you think he regrets the evening he boarded up the hole and called it a day, refusing to acknowledge and investigate what was clearly making his son uneasy? Do you think he regrets letting him sleep in his own room that night, with the voices ensnaring him slowly? Does he blame himself for unwittingly dooming his little boy?
This is an Anthony appreciation post because he dove through the portal that had swallowed his son without a thought. Because he broke the fundamental rules of this twisted dimension in order to save his now-nameless child. Because he looked an eldritch entity of unimaginable power in the eye and was ready to fight him with his bare hands. All because he refused let himself lose his son a second time.
#strange noises from the hole in the wall#sfth anthony#he looked the personification of nightmares and lost identities in the face and said 'aight square up "#sol-liloquy#first long post since I came back to tumby wooooo#not exactly literary analysis but I'll use the tag for personal organization purposes#literary analysis my beloved#shoot from the hip#sfth#sfthposting#don't get me started on how he was ready to adopt ALL the freed children
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