#everybody put ‘i fall no lower than you’ on your V10 bingos and in two years we’ll find out if i hacked the mainframe again

[bestworstcase]

muttering about dust and ashes again

man, born from dust

the powerless return to dust (<- iq)

grimm crumble into ash. when the brothers revoked their blessings, all that remained was ash. and salem.

humanity still has yet to understand how dust came to be, and more importantly, how their involvement with dust will ultimately change the world of remnant.

those without power will return to dust. that is the law of this world. (<- iq)

embers. sparks. nature’s wrath.

out of the ashes, a new flame ignite / the embers that remain will light the fuse of condemnation / the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change […] this power was appropriately named ‘dust.’

what survives after all the dust has gone?

one spark can incite their hopes and ignite the hearts of their weary souls, i will extinguish that flame -> embers extinguished in effigy -> the embers that remain

silver eyes reflect light into the darkness. silver eyes (their dying eyes are wide and white like snow, and now they know the cost of trusting you’s obliteration) and golden eyes (the blinding eyes that burn a yellow flame, the embers that remain will light the fuse of condemnation)

the light of hope is taken and discontent is the contagion. the opposite of hope is not despair, in salem’s view; it’s wrath. but through a simple soul we lie complacent / nature’s wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness. we were destined to light the fires of revolution; consider this the spark. i think father has just provided the spark that is going to set this kingdom on fire.

you are all that remains of humanity.

all that remains, the end of the tale is worse than we feared; all that remains, collapsed in the void, drowning in tears.

waves of gold overwhelm my senses, a fire blooms; why should i fight to connect with a world i cannot exhume?

the powerless return to dust -> for it is in passing we achieve immortality […] infinite in distance and unbound by death -> man, born from dust -> even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change

and grimm return to dust and humans slain by magic turn to dust and salem was a pile of ash. we’re the same, you and me. (i fall no lower than you)

trusted love / that world is ungrateful

look how you’ve diminished, how you’ve lessened yourself, and for what? these children? this ruined world?

(these humans. this world. when salem tells the story of how humanity came to be, she begins with the rise from the ashes. if your kind has learned to live in harmony with one another and set aside their differences, then we shall once again live among you, and humanity will be made whole again. why should i fight to connect with a world i cannot exhume? that world is ungrateful—why spend our lives trying to redeem these humans. why spend our lives trying to exhume that world. the powerless return to dust / man born from dust / death can’t bind our endless story)

folds hands.

maybe the job thing is on purpose