#no worm and I didn’t watch all of 3L in one sitting no we’d never do that

[birrdies]

grian doesn’t want to remember. so when the sand settles, before the blood on his hands has a chance to dry, with the spectator’s words in his ears, he jumps. quick. painless. he can leave this world— and the twisted game it turned into— behind and go back home. he can forget. he can be normal again— he doesn’t have to think about the fact that scar betrayed him, that scar died, that he killed him.

only he doesn’t forget. he wakes up. he’s home. it’s the same house, same bed, same world. hermitcraft is as safe and steady as it’s always been. only grian’s the one changed. he doesn’t forget. the desert follows him. his eyes are gritty with sand, its caked under his fingernails. he tastes copper of blood in the air. and when he looks at scar— god how impossible it is to look at him— he swears scar’s skin is gray form the corner of his eye. and scar smiles at grian like he always does. but it feels emptier now. grian knows too much, and scar not enough. a wound not even scar’s smile can bandage.

he throws himself off that cliff so he doesn’t have to remember. and suddenly, he’s the only one who can.