#the seth one is. accurate to his post fateful reuinion self

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

lemme go into character analysis mode rq

Seth: a broken man who is only living for vengeance.

he lost all that was important to him: his family. he has no superpowers, he has no healing factor or special training in weapons, he has no achievable goal. what he has is undying rage for the one who killed his friends. killed his family. killed his kids.

it's the only thing keeping him going. the mere thought of inflicting the same pain he's feeling onto the perpetrator is the only thing keeping him from his already dug grave, no matter how much the ghosts of his past wail for him to join them

what was once a strong and kind man who helps in anyway he can has been twisted into a being full of rage and hate, seeking death for death itself

Gabriel: a warrior losing their supposedly unending will

they have the answers to many of their cases, thanks to unfortunate and fortunate circumstances, but nothing has come of it. there is nothing they can do. what they have solved is not accepted due to fear of the knowledge they've gained, fearful of the consequences of acknowledging it

the more they insist the more they are ostracized yet overworked. piles and piles of cases and missions thrust upon them because of their will to act, to search and solve. the work they once loved begins to crush them, danger upon danger crashing down to the point they know their next battle with death might be their last

yet still, they carry on. as if they were atlas, they carry the world on their shoulders, whether they need to or not

Jonah: a man lost in the void, ever sinking and shifting, losing himself to the emptiness

for years to us but infinity to him, he has learned all there is to learn, done all there is to do through the eyes of others, and thought all there is to think. things no human could ever truly comprehend float through the void he resides in, slipping in his ears to his mouth as instructed

the void encompassing him since that cold winters night shifts and expands, leaning into emotion or apathy, kindness and cruelty, estimations of good and bad, and everything in between. all millions of times a second

and every year, month, day, hour, minute, second and nanosecond, he asks himself if it would truly be so bad to sink into the nothing. to let hollowness and blankness take over. would that truly be such a crime? to drift away in this expanse?

he doesn't know. so he continues to float on the edge of oblivion

WAAAAAAAAH /lh

They’re so. Sad. I care them so much :(((