#fuckin cries over dede tbh

[dividedskies]

anon asked: deana, please, please i. i need justice, please kill my culprit, please? please do it for me? i need to pass, i need peace, please help me. please.

False confessions of friendly faces | accepting

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”Shh...”

She sets a candle--lit for them, for this tormented soul--on the ground, just a little ways way from the flowers freshly picked as an offering. Smile is soft, voice is gentle, eyes are understanding behind the bright green glow. A hand reaches up to cusp their cheek--though there is no physical substance, she feels a piercing cold in her hand where they are.

“Ease, friend. You are safe here. I know you must want the same pain inflicted upon you to be given to your murderer, no? ‘Do unto others.’ But it will not bring you peace. It will not bring you satisfaction. I have seen it. Spirits whose killers are long gone, but they linger, because at their core, it is not what they want. Hurting others when they hurt you--it may feel good when it happens, but what is there then? So many talk about an emptiness. Vengeance is a raging fire that leaves nothing in its wake. Nothing to fill that void again.

“I can bring you justice. It will not be through the death of your killer, but the exposure of them. We will strip them of every power they have, so they will never hurt you or anyone ever again. And I will make sure that your voice is heard and your name is said.”

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