#unrevised good riddance

[jamethinks]

Another more subtle reason I am against the idea of a reveal is because I feel it would undermine the story.

Twilight and Yor, to varying extents, had no choice in the careers they found themselves. They were both young and scared. I'll have to dedicate another as to why exactly they made that choice but for now just note it was what felt necessary to them for their own personal goals. And the reason it felt so necessary was because of external factors, the world that they lived in stripped of them of their own autonomy.

However, through the Forgers, they are both able to regain that autonomy (as well as extend that opportunity to someone else, Anya). To me, it's less about the truth or the lie but rather an alternative reality. What if instead of becoming a spy, Twilight used his intelligence and perceptive skills to become a psychiatrist and help people overcome the pain and grief caused by the war. What if instead of becoming an assassin, Yor was able to find someone who can lift the burden of having to care for her brother and allow her to be weak and dependent (this requires more elaboration).

I don't like to think of their current lives as their truths but that idea limits their identity. It chains them down to one moment and one choice. The Forgers are just as real as Twilight and the Thorn Princess.

I don't know if anyone has seen Saiki K but this is a spoiler for the final episode (i think).

Here Saiki accidentally reveals his powers to his friends and begins to panic. Suddenly, Nendo walks up and is like "why are pressing him for truth, he's our buddy, we should trust he had a good reason to hide it and let him come clean when he is ready, if he's ever ready"

And I feel that's an important theory to apply here. In my head, when Loid and Yor get to that point they would have already developed a deep bond and trust with one another that the "truth" doesn't matter anymore. They already know the truth, they know who one another is and that is the person they love. No need to chain them down to their past but instead help them grow into their future.

No matter how hard I try I can't help but see the idea of a reveal as a regression of character and story.

[jamethinks]

After an excruciatingly long week, Twilight decides to take the day off and not head into the office today. He had already gotten ready and seen Yor and Anya off before abruptly deciding to head back home and call in sick. Nightfall saw right through his lie but passed the message on anyways as she was aware of just how much work Twilight had done in the past (also there was something so charming about his exhausted tone, she just couldn't say no).

As soon as he got home he changed out of his suit and grabbed a random pair of pyjamas before flopping down on his bed, half his body hanging off. He stayed like that momentarily before eventually fixing himself in the bed. He curled up under his blanket and closed his eyes, praying for at least 6 minutes of deep sleep.

Twilight sighed contently as he snuggled more into his soft blanket. It had begun raining so there was a nice chill in the area and darken skies. He chose the right day to stay in. He hummed along to the soft melody echoing off of the record player, Etta James. It was her 1960 record, At Last! An eternal classic.

Within seconds, Twilight was out of his blanket on his feet. He looked around the room, he was still at the apartment but music was playing. He listened closely to confirm it really was coming from here or maybe a neighbor. He groaned once he realized it was his apartment indeed.

As he reached for his gun the song ended. Anya had played the record so much that he knew what was coming up next before it even played. However, instead of hearing the soulful vocals of the jazz legend he was immediately frightened by the ear grating vocals of the intruder. He sighed and put down the gun.

It was just Yor.

The adrenaline was quickly replaced with exhaustion, his back punishing him for moving so suddenly. He rubbed his face and sighed as the sound of Yor's rendition of the title track echoed through the tiny flat. Bond could be heard harmonizing alongside possibly in irritation or just playing along. He did seem to enjoy singing. Yor was by no means a bad singer, she had a delicate and soothing voice. He would regularly hear her lulling a fussy Anya to bed or just quiet singing to herself while snuggling with Bond.

This time however, Yor was just yodelling the lyrics with an unneeded amount of passion. Twilight considered just crawling back into bed and ignoring her but it was impossible. He instead groaned and headed out the door to ask her to keep it down. He didn't know why she was home but he was too tired to even think about. Maybe she got fired? Maybe the building burned down? Maybe she's on the run for finally killing her co-workers? who knows.

As he troded out, the grating vocals on got louder and louder. He looked around the corner and immediately spotted. She was still in her uniform with only her waistcoat discarded. She held Bond on hip while swaying back and forth in the kitchen, shuffling around preparing something to possibly to eat. She took a piece of whatever she was making and gave Bond a taste. Twilight couldn't tell what irritated him more: the fact she was carrying Bond despite his endless warnings; the fact she was feeding him right from her hand while cooking even though it's insanely unsanitary; or her horrific singing?

Yor had such an odd relationship with the dog. She was carry him around, give him fancy cuts of meat and eat from the same utensils as him while they shared her evening treat. Then when gets sick she casually informs Anya that he would have to be put down. Somedays she treated him like her son then others like a random stray. Her lax stance on animal death could be related to her farm upbringing but that was a conversation for another day.

Twilight stared at the duo for a moment, too exhausted to even respond to the scene before him. He was so tired he didn't even notice the knife barreling towards him. Thankfully his reflexes were still sharp and he grabbed the knife and mere centimeters before it hit his face. Unfortunately his sharp reflexes didn't considered that the object was a knife with a sharp end, grabbing the blade with a deathly grip. It quickly tore through the barrier of his skin, knives never went dull in this house.

He dropped the knife and groaned.

I dont feel like finishing nor revising this good night it 11pm