໒꒱ 002 journal text

[lemoncandy]

Sender: Anonymous
To: Everyone
Subject: "Before" vs "now"

What do you do if you don't know where "home" is? If no one wants you, and you're stuck here anyway...

I've been thinking about the people I've left behind and keep wondering if I even want to go back. If they'd even really want me back.

I've never really belonged anywhere, and this place isn't all that different, but... at least there's someone who seems to care. But I thought that before, too.

I don't know what to think. I don't know why I'm even writing this.

Comments

[grumpface]

[Well... Husk gave this person an out and they elected to ignore it and continue talking about it. Bartenders must have that effect on people.]

I'm not too knowledgeable on the biology of angel and demon hybrids in your home, so there's a huge chance I could be talking out of my ass on this, but maybe the injuries didn't heal properly.

I know in my hell, when sinners get attacked or ripped apart or blasted to fucking pieces, we're able to slowly regenerate and recover. The only thing that can kill our immortal souls for good is angelic weaponry.

[lemoncandy]

( Who is he to refuse free therapy )

It's the same for us. The daggers were angelic and demonic, respectively. I didn't get to eat souls, so my growth got stunted, too. They also made me drink this weird stuff that always felt like it was burning me up from the inside...

To try and "purify" me into a real angel.

I can't regenerate from any of this.

[grumpface]

In our hell, no one eats souls. We only make deals with them. And the more souls you own, the more powerful and influential an Overlord you are. I ain't got a fucking clue if the same is how it works in or heaven, but I doubt it.

Regenerating from any damage done to you, even psychologically, is a very hard thing to do. The best thing you can do right now is find others who can relate to being as rock bottom as you feel you are. Maybe things will turn out differently, maybe not. But I've found out that sometimes letting walls down can set you straight, no matter how fucking terrifying it seems.

[Make friends. There's your therapeutic advice.]

[lemoncandy]

Right... I guess so.

Thanks. For listening and trying to help.

[grumpface]

No problem. If you need something in the future, my ear's always open.