#saint in pain

[thegreatdandilion]

Saint's body is made of steel but not his mind - Whump Fic

Saint stood outside the classroom, the noisy chatter of students filtering through the open door. His hand trembled slightly as he clutched the strap of his bag. He wasn’t sure how many times he had tried to approach Shin in the past week, but every attempt ended with Shin’s sharp words cutting him down. Saint’s usual resolve was starting to crack, but he reminded himself why he was here.

“One more time,” he whispered to himself, stepping into the room.

Shin sat in the far corner, surrounded by a few friends, his sharp profile illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window. Saint’s chest tightened as he took in the sight of his former best friend—the same boy who used to laugh with him, share secrets, and dream about the future together. Now, every glance Shin gave him was filled with anger and bitterness.

“Hey, Shin,” Saint called softly as he approached.

Shin’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing instantly. “What do you want, Saint?” he snapped, his voice dripping with annoyance. “Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough?”

Saint forced a small smile, ignoring the pit forming in his stomach. “I want to tell you something. Can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Shin said coldly, turning his attention back to his notebook. “Go bother someone else.”

The sharp dismissal stung, but Saint didn’t move. “Shin, please. I… I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Shin’s jaw tightened. He slammed his notebook shut and stood up. “Sorry? Your sorry doesn't mean anything to me! You broke my leg and then disappeared for three years, Saint! Do you even understand what that felt like?”

Saint’s lips parted, but no words came out. The weight of Shin’s accusations pressed down on him like a boulder. "I...I don't..."

Shin laughed bitterly cutting him off, his voice rising. “Of course, you don’t. Because you never cared enough to visit, to call, to explain. You just… left me. Like I didn’t matter. Like I was nothing to you.”

Saint’s vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes. He wanted to scream that it wasn’t true, that he cared more than Shin could ever imagine. But his throat felt tight, his chest constricting painfully.

“Shin,” he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t leave you on purpose. I swear.”

“Oh just stop with your damn excuses!” Shin snapped, his voice like ice. “Do you have any idea what it was like for me? Sitting in that hospital bed, waiting for you? Day after day, hoping you’d show up. But you never did. You just… vanished. You’re a coward, Saint. A selfish, gutless coward.”

Saint staggered back as if Shin had physically struck him. The words cut deeper than anything he’d ever experienced. His heart began pounding erratically, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. The pain in his chest was sharp and suffocating, spreading like wildfire. His vision blurred as panic clawed at him, his legs trembling so badly he could barely stay upright. The bag fell from his shoulder as he sagged and staggered back.

“Saint?” Shin’s voice softened, the sharp edge replaced by concern as he noticed the tears streaming down Saint’s pale face and the visible tremors wracking his body.

Saint swayed, clutching at his chest as if trying to physically hold himself together. The room spun around him, his knees giving way as he dropped to the floor. His breaths came out in ragged gasps, each one more painful than the last.

“I can’t…” Saint choked out, his voice barely audible.

“Hey, hey, Saint,” Shin knelt down immediately, the anger in his eyes replaced with panic. He guided Saint to sit on the floor, pulling him close so that Saint’s back rested against Shin’s chest. “Just breathe, okay? Match my breathing. Slow and deep. Like this.”

Shin exaggerated his breathing, loud and deliberate, his hands steady on Saint’s shoulder and the other wrapping around his chest. “In… and out. That’s it. You can do it, Saint. Focus on me.”

Saint’s body trembled as he tried to follow Shin’s lead. The pressure in his chest remained unbearable, like a vice tightening around his heart. His mind raced with guilt, shame, and fear, spiraling deeper into the overwhelming pain. But Shin’s steady presence, the warmth of his hands, and the sound of his calm breathing began to pull Saint out of panic.

After what felt like an eternity, Saint’s breathing began to even out, the stabbing pain in his chest subsiding into a dull ache. He sagged against Shin, exhausted beyond words. His voice was barely a whisper as he muttered, “I’m sorry…”

Before Shin could respond, Saint’s body went limp, his head lolling back against Shin’s shoulder. Shin’s breath caught, panic flaring in his chest. “Saint? Hey! Wake up!”

Shin’s trembling hands cradled Saint’s face, patting his cheeks gently. “Come on, Saint. Don’t do this. Stay with me.” He didn’t care about the stares from the other students gathering around; his only focus was on the boy in his arms.

With the support of Tew, he took Saint straight to the school infirmary. By the time they reached the infirmary, Saint was unconscious, his breathing shallow. The nurse immediately took over, guiding Shin to lay Saint down on one of the beds. She checked his vitals.

“He’s exhausted and stressed,” she said after a few moments. “Physically and emotionally as well I think. He needs rest.”

Shin sat beside the bed, his head in his hands. Guilt clawed at his chest as he replayed the scene in his mind. He had been so focused on his own pain that he hadn’t seen what Saint was going through.

When Saint finally stirred, his eyes fluttering open, Shin leaned closer. “Saint? Are you okay?” he asked softly.

Saint blinked up at him, his expression wary. “Why… why are you here?”

Shin’s throat tightened. “Because I was worried. You collapsed, and…” He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion.

Saint turned his head away, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Shin. I didn’t want to leave you. True, I couldn't face you on the first day. A few days after, I tried to visit, but…” He paused, his voice breaking. “Your mom told me to stay away. She said I’d caused enough damage and that you didn’t want to see me.”

Shin froze, his mind reeling. “What?”

“I wanted to be there for you,” Saint continued, his voice trembling. “But she said it was better if I didn’t. I mean, which mother would want the person who hurt her son to be around him. I didn’t know what else to do, so I stayed away thinking I'd never see you again. But I missed you so much, Shin. Every single day.”

Shin’s heart sank as the truth hit him. He reached out, taking Saint’s hand in his own.

“Saint, I… I didn’t know,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I should have listened to you. I should have given you a chance to explain.”

Saint looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and hope. “Do you still hate me?”

Shin shook his head vehemently. “No. I never hated you. I was just… hurt. But now I see that you were hurting too." I’m sorry for everything I said to you, Saint. I didn’t mean it.” Shin couldn’t help but chuckle through his own tears. He reached out, squeezing Saint’s hand tightly. “And I'm sorry, for… being such a jerk. I missed you, Saint. More than I ever wanted to admit.”

Saint’s eyelids fluttered, his exhaustion catching up with him.

“You should rest,” Shin said softly, pulling a chair closer to the bed. He hesitated before reaching out, gently taking Saint’s hand in his own. “I’ll stay here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Saint’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Thank you,” Saint said, his voice heavy with sincerity. “For staying.”

Shin squeezed his hand gently. “I should be the one thanking you. For not giving up on me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Saint’s eyes grew heavier, and he let out a content sigh. “You were worth it,” he mumbled, his words slurring as sleep began to claim him. His grip on Shin’s hand loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go entirely.

Shin watched as Saint’s breathing evened out, his face peaceful for the first time in what felt like forever. A faint smile lingered on Shin’s lips as he leaned back in the chair, still holding Saint’s hand.

“I’m not letting go this time,” Shin whispered, more to himself than to the sleeping boy beside him.

The End Bonus GIF to make you smile.

[romancantthinkofausername]

i made a painting after this silly specimen :3

[ewwww-what]

Kristen Applebees spotted staring at Fig Faeth mid-prayer again, which could mean nothing.

[thehungarythrophy]

if i was a real poet i would talk about landoscar leading mclaren back to glory being written in the stars, and destiny and the prophecy of their racing numbers, but i am tired so i can only offer this :

[aegagrusscholarship]

sait........

og video format below the cut before it got SCRONGLED by like seven different compressions

still scrongled by tumblr compression but brother, i am tired

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Gebhard Fugel (1863-1939) "Saint Sebastian" (1892)

[wolfythewitch]

Do you ever have that feeling where, despite your distance with your religion, there's still moments where sparks of what you were bought up with, return?

I'm from a religious family, but I'm not in touch with my own religion. Yet there's me calling in the name of the Lord before and after I eat. It's like this lingering piece that I never turn to look at but somehow slips into my ordinary life.

I don't really know you that much, or your religious status. But seeing your religious talks made me want to bring this up.

I don't even know if I make sense here- just- ignore this if you want to, I don't know.

Hmmm I think so. My whole thing with it is really complicated haha. I still go to church every Sunday, though I prefer doing volunteer work with the kids over listening to the sermon. I pray before I eat out of habit. I find myself quoting the bible more often than I open to read it (though this is changing because of all the times I look for references lol). There's a resentment that I get whenever it's brought up, especially around my family. I find myself immediately on guard the minute it becomes subject of conversation. Sometimes at night I'll pace around and just talk. I don't know if I'm talking to myself or to god or whoever but. I'll talk. I think I still believe in him. I definitely believe that there's something out there. I don't think the question is of belief as much as it is of care. Do I care enough to try?

I'll say this though. Whatever I'm doing right now has gotten me to think more about bible and religion than I have in the past few years. So. That's fun! Who knew trying to explore something your own way instead of the way forced onto you by your environment gives your room to feel everything out without any preexisting pressure?

[riccissance]

jackieshauna and sainthood is such a rich topic and it's been stuck in my head for a while now. jackie definitely has saint vibes, but i think there's an argument to be made that shauna is the saint and jackie is the god she devotes her life to. shauna constructs this elaborate shrine of punishment and shame that at it's core is a twisted form of worship. she suffers because of jackie and she suffers for jackie and that suffering defines her entire existence. the saints are all tragic, after all. and it adds another layer to their connection if shauna sees jackie as her saint but shauna has actually become the saint, just like she tried to become jackie. it's yet another form of consumption and jackie's actual body was the communion that started it all

i also love the idea of saints having visions of god while shauna gets visions of jackie

[ask-the-colony-tree-siblings]

to :saint

artificer thinks it's pathetic that you can hardly pick up a spear and that you trip on every single root in your path, though he is not suspicious of you. i recomend you start spear training and also every once in a while shake your head to see what is in the blind spot so you can, you know

Saint: How am I ever going to get a girlfriend if I can’t lift a spear?

[snowypebbles]

Finally finished this! I really like how it turned out.

[thegreatdandilion]

Saint had a different reason for leaving Shin - Chapter 4/4

Saint woke up as the class started.

Miss Jan stood at the front of the class, her voice soft yet commanding as she introduced the day’s lesson—analyzing poetry. Saint’s hands were clammy as he fidgeted with his pen. Today was the day. He’d decided to break the silence surrounding the incident that had painted Shin as the villain in everyone’s eyes.

Miss Jan turned to the class and asked, “Can anyone relate this poem to a personal experience? Sometimes, poetry mirrors our lives more closely than we expect.”

The students shifted uncomfortably in their seats, reluctant to speak up. Saint saw his opportunity and raised his hand, his heart pounding so hard it almost drowned out the faint murmurs in the room. Miss Jan smiled encouragingly. “Go ahead, Saint.”

He stood slowly, every movement deliberate. His classmates turned to look at him, curiosity flickering in their eyes. Taking a deep breath, Saint began. “This poem speaks about guilt and regret, two things I know all too well.” His voice wavered slightly, but he pushed forward. “There’s something I need to say. Something that everyone here, including Miss Jan, deserves to know.”

The room grew even quieter, a palpable tension filling the air. Saint’s eyes briefly met Shin’s, whose frown deepened with suspicion.

“A lot of people think Shin’s angry because he’s a bully or arrogant or short-tempered,” Saint continued, his voice steadying. “But that’s not true. The anger he carries is because of something I did.” He paused, swallowing hard. “A few years back, I… I broke his leg. It was my fault, and it ruined his dream of playing football—the thing he loved most.”

Gasps rippled through the classroom. Saint’s chest tightened, but he went ahead. “Shin’s frustration isn’t misplaced. If anything, I’m the one to blame for what happened. I need everyone to know that he’s not just some angry guy with a bad attitude. He has every reason to be upset. Miss Jan, please inform the principal. Shin doesn’t deserve the way he’s been treated.”

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, without warning, Shin shoved his chair back and stormed out of the classroom. Saint’s stomach lurched. He quickly followed stumbling a bit.

“Shin, wait!” Saint called as he caught up in the hallway. He reached out, grabbing Shin’s arm. “Please, let me explain!”

Shin whirled around, his face twisted with fury. “Explain? You think you can just stand up there and play the hero, and everything will magically be okay?” His voice was sharp, cutting through Saint’s resolve. “It’s too late, Saint. Too late to apologize. Too late to fix this.”

Saint’s lips parted, but before he could respond, Shin shoved him back. The motion wasn’t meant to be harsh, but Saint stumbled, his side slamming into the sharp edge of a door handle. A strangled cry tore from his throat as pain exploded along his side.

“Saint!” Shin’s anger vanished in an instant, replaced by panic. He stepped forward, but before he could reach him, Ken appeared from nowhere.

Ken rushed to Saint’s side, his usually cocky demeanor replaced with genuine concern. He wrapped an arm around Saint, steadying him as the boy sagged against him, clutching his side. Saint’s breaths came in short, pained gasps, tears spilling freely down his face.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Ken spat at Shin, his voice venomous. “Stay the hell away from him!”

Saint’s legs buckled beneath him, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud as he let out a guttural cry of pain. Ken lunged forward, catching Saint under his arms before he could collapse entirely. Saint writhed in agony, his legs kicking out involuntarily as waves of pain radiated from his side. “Miss Jan!” Ken bellowed toward the classroom, his voice tight with urgency. “Call an ambulance, now!”

“No,” Saint gasped, his voice weak but insistent. “No ambulance.”

Ken’s jaw tightened. “Do you have a death wish Saint? You got the surgery only three months ago! You don’t even know what kind of damage this might have caused!”

Shin froze, his mind reeling. “Got out of...surgery?” he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ken glared at him, his anger momentarily faltering. Saint weakly shook his head, trying to stop him, but Ken wasn’t having it. “Yeah. Surgery. Cancer removal surgery, to be exact. He had stage 1 stomach cancer.”

Shin’s eyes widened, his anger melting into shock and confusion.

A flood of memories rushed through Ken’s mind, unbidden.

Months ago, Ken had been visiting a relative in the hospital when he’d seen Saint. He’d been curled up on a hospital bed, his face pale and drenched in sweat. The sight of Saint retching into a bucket, his body trembling from the effects of chemo, had been seared into Ken’s mind. Over the next few days, curiosity and a strange sense of concern had led Ken to follow Saint. He’d overheard conversations about the surgery and the grueling recovery ahead.

Despite his rough exterior, Ken had started helping Saint in small ways—bringing him meals, and keeping an eye on him during the worst of his recovery. He’d never expected to care, but seeing someone so strong as Saint break down had struck a chord in him.

“You think you know everything about him?” Ken snapped at Shin, pulling himself back to the present. “You don’t have any idea what he’s been through.”

Saint whimpered, his pain pulling Ken’s focus. “Breathe, Saint,” he urged softly. “Just breathe. It’ll pass.”

Shin knelt beside them, guilt written all over his face. “I didn’t know…” he began, his voice breaking.

Saint shook his head weakly, his lips trembling. “I didn’t want you to know,” he whispered. “I wanted you to… to stop wasting your life for me.”

Ken’s glare softened as he looked down at Saint. “You’re an idiot,” he muttered, but his tone was laced with affection.

Shin slowly bent down taking Saint to his arms. Hugging him lightly, silent tears falling down.

Miss Jan stepped forward, her phone in hand. “I’ll call his dad,” she said, her voice steady but concerned.

Ken immediately raised a hand to stop her. “Don’t,” he said firmly, his jaw tightening. “Saint never told his dad about any of this.” Shin's eyes went wide before glancing at Saint who still had his eyes shut, breathing through the pain but melting into his embrace.

Miss Jan frowned, confused. “But why wouldn’t he?”

Ken sighed, glancing down at Saint, who was too weak to protest. “Because his dad’s already working himself to death trying to take care of him. Ever since Saint’s mom passed when he was little, his dad’s done everything he can to make sure Saint’s okay. Saint didn’t want to add more stress to his plate. He thought he could handle all this on his own.”

Miss Jan’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she nodded and put her phone away. Meanwhile, Shin kept holding Saint, his heart pounding trying to process all of this newfound information.

“Let’s get him to the infirmary,” Shin said, his voice thick with worry. “He needs to rest first. Then I’ll take him to the hospital for a checkup. Once I know he’s okay… then I’ll listen to him.”

Ken nodded reluctantly, helping to lift Saint with Shin’s help. Together, they took him toward the infirmary, their steps measured and careful as Saint whimpered softly, his pain still evident. Shin glanced at him, guilt and concern warring in his chest. “Just hang in there, Saint,” he murmured. “You are gonna be okay. Made of steel right?”

That brought a faint smile to Saint's face. For the first time in a long time, he felt relieved to know Shin had just become his best friend again.

The End. Bonus capture: A few months later. Of course, Shin made it his daily routine to take care of Saint.

[morningstarwrites]

I love your work so much, all the scenes are so wonderfully written. So if I may ask, how do you do it? Keep writing vastly worded elegant chapters with authentic emotions in a week? How do you keep yourself motivated and managed?

Omg thank you, you are too sweet 😭 The short answer is:

Binge-write like a possessed person

Doubt everything I type

Post it anyway

And the long(er) answer is:

Organization: I have an outline for each chapter, and I'm not afraid to delete stuff if it's not flowing well. I've legit obliterated hundreds of pages at this point LOL

Writing elegantly: I think a lot of it just boils down to I LOVE READING/WRITING AND I LOVE ENGLISH!!! I'm basically always at the library reading something

Emotions: I pull from real life experiences. If I'm not certain, I research about it. Also, I'm a huge romantic, which goes without saying amirite??

Motivation: I work best with a deadline, which is why I set Fridays as my posting day, TBH if I didn't, I don't think I could have written so much!

Special shout out to: MY READERS! It makes me happy that somewhere out there, someone wants to read my writing. So I persist!

[sincapjelly]

You know how much I love to bring up Cole's story in Quest for the Lost Powers in any given moment I can. It's not something I can help as it gives a lot of information about Lilly and there... aren't many information about Lilly so I gotta feed my insanity somewhere... EHEM.

And this part of the book, while adorable as fuck, also makes me so damn curious.

If Lilly was so happy that Cole would be her inheritor, to me there are two possibilities.

1: Lilly actually told Cole that he has the power of earth. Though she couldn't train him, she told him about it. So he at least knew that Lilly used to be the master of earth too.

Her sickness started to effect her when Cole was a small child, so there was no room for her to be able to tell him the things she wanted to. She wasn't able to train him, or help him achive his true potential.

Maybe that's why Cole was climbing that mountain. Maybe he knew he was the master of earth, he thought that the mountain wouldn't let him die because he is supposed to be the master of it. Maybe that's why he was so confident climbing with no gear? Or maybe he thought it could help him earn his true potential??

2: Something happened that made Lilly change her mind completely. I don't know what it is, but something tells me that it's about the realisation of just how fucked up the hero mentality can get and how it made her continue missions without powers. And most likely, eventually killed her.

Just like how Lou tried everything to prevent Cole from being a ninja in S1, Lilly's wish was the same. So that Cole wouldn't be trapped in the same responsibility and the exaggerated expectation it puts on them.

If you ask my opinion, part of the reason Lilly kept on going to missions after losing her powers was her personality, true. Because that's just who she is, she likes helping those in need. However, the way Lou mentions how those missions got bigger and more dangerous, it just bugs me. She wasn't supposed to go that far. She didn't even want to go that far. It was the mentality that was forced to her, they made her unable to say "it's not my problem anymore".

She has a whole breakdown over it in front of Cole, even.

I'd say what happened was a mix of both scenarios 1 and 2. It started as 1, then with how terrible the situations started to get, it concluded in 2.

I would say Cole did in fact, know about his powers. And probably at least at some point of his childhood, he was informed about his mother's past as the master of earth too. And at first, Lilly would tell him about their power, even try to teach him things maybe.

But seeing how the way of the ninja treated her, she starts to pull away from the idea. When Cole asks her more about the powers, she starts to brush him off. It's sometimes "I don't know", sometimes she says she doesn't feel good enough for a lesson. She changed her mind because she fears what happened to her will happen to Cole.

Because after some point, Lilly had no real choice. She was always crushed by the expectations, made to believe she was always responsible for the world's safety. If she could really make her choice, she would chose to stay with her family. But she was made to believe it's "selfish" to choose that.

She fears teaching Cole will take this choice from him too. Once you become a ninja, you never retire. Maybe after her realisation, Lilly changed her mind completely and wasn't happy with the idea of Cole being a ninja.

In Crystalized, yes Crystalized, as much as I don't enjoy it all that much, there is a dialogue between Wu and Nelson that will always be so important to me. It's where Wu says something about how he is not going to send kids to Overlord's hands, and Nelson says "that never stopped you before".

I don't hate Wu, I'm between liking him and being neutral about him actually, but this line hits hard and it's supposed to.

Because Wu IS a part of the problem and this line finally shoves it onto the faces of the viewer. It's always "ninja never quit" and "ninja must help others", but it's never a reminder that ninja are still human beings and the ninja way is ruining them.

I think Lilly is a solid example of that. How they took Lilly's will to help others and turned it against her and her well-being, both mentally and physically. She is a good example because she is not a ninja who went evil after a sudden event. They slowly, gradually ruined her. That's what makes Lilly a good example of just how fucked the ninja way can be.

[thebestusernamepossible]

I’m mostly staying off the Mouthwashing fandom bc I personally don’t want to put myself through whatever discourse is ever going on there. But know I love Anya and Mouthwashing is one of the best games I’ve played that had an SA survivor AND was respectful about it!! The abuse Anya suffered is never portrayed as a spectical for the audience to leer at. They use the art of implication VERY well, and in the end Anya gets to go out dignified. She’s not just Jimmy’s tradgic victim, she’s her own character who makes her own decisions. Jimmy doesn’t get to kill her, she expresses her own agency to do so. She’s also the one who kept the gun away from him for so long. Also she’s SO fucking strong, she’s so cool. Anya I love you.

Also the game’s overarching (but subtle) commentary on rape culture, enabling, and how capitalism almost makes a set dressing for it is peak.

[turnleftonlastlaughtlan]

SPOILERS ARCANE SEASON 2 ACT 2

ok, i am gonna admit it. Jayce did the right thing. Viktor had to die because the hexcore he was in contact with was cursed (as jayce’s says).

What bothers me tho is two things :

First i am still fucking mad at jayce. Do i understand him more? sure. but he did this. if not all he is the one that “saved” the real viktor by fusing him with hexcore, the very thing he sweared to vik to destroy. Viktor lived again, yes, but wasn’t himself for most of it, a puppet unaware of its strings. So so different form the quirky scientist or the determinated zaunite we knew. Jayce cursed Viktor by giving him “a new life” all for his foolishness and selfishness ( he couldn’t handle living a life without his lab partner). He is the perpetrator of what the remains of viktor has to suffer : dying again by the hand of a loved one ( one of the few or the very last remaining). Instead of saving Viktor, leaving him to die like the man he was, with the memory of WHO he really was, he condemned him to even more suffering than his fatal illness bought him.

i know he did it for the famous affection. i don’t care. Jinx didn’t want to kill her family but that doesn’t mean that she didn’t do it.

Second of all, as my favorite character dies again i am incredibly mad at how wonderfully they butchered him. The viktor of season one goes through changes, but he still remains him. The viktor i loved died in the bomb jinx threw at the council. From that point on is just a mere sketch of how he was. We only get a glimpse when he helps vander with “Sky”. His true sweet self. I cannot stress how it infuriates me that we DID NOT and CANNOT grive that man. Because he never really died hasn’t he? Not yet at least. I want closure, i want to be able to say that his story ended how it need to, not because his best friend decided that it was a good idea to fuse him to the thing he despised and then kill him off after he realized just how much he fucked up. Because yeah there wasn’t much of Vik left but is true self still saw Jayce hold the weapon made with the thing they created TOGETHER straight at his heart and shoot.

and he fucking didn’t deserved it. He didn’t want to be fucking jesus for god sake (or jesus sake suit yourself), he just wanted to help his people. His only mistake was experiment on HIMSELF using illegal drugs and without consulting jayce ( that we all know now would have understood). Him literally self harming himself to HOPE for a way out of his pain is his only mistake that resulted in the death of sky. Which was a fucking accident, other then that the man was doomed since birth without cause like a true zaunite. And hell did he paid enough for the death of sky.

i just know for a fact they are gonna revive him again and now that i have processed everything i am PRAYING they don’t. Because if they do it WILL NOT be Viktor, just and even more ugly and butchered imagine of what was is true self. Only to use him like an easy villan for the story.

let the man rest.

And if they do bring him back they better prepare a good ending or a proper goodbye for the true viktor.

[saintdaily]

day 240