if i think for too long about how VAL's introduction to both the characters and the audience is a scene where she's demonstrably proven to be capable of using the power of a god to force people to believe her lies, and therefore it's reasonable to conclude that you shouldn't believe a word she says and consider yourself lucky if you can still exercise that judgement, rendering her with effectively zero nonviolent or noninvasive options to convince people to listen to her, i start to feel so sick i can't move. here's the power to make anyone believe you, which means that no one will ever actually believe you!
It’s ten o’clock, do you know who your daughter is?
As per request, Val is next! Damn I fell in love with her just by the description from @littlebirduncaged
if i'm ever having a good day i just remember that VAL forgot so much of herself she couldn't even recall her own name, but she never forgot that she was unwanted. because how could someone whose existence made a meaningful difference to even one person see herself as less useful alive than dead? how could someone who was ever wanted for herself be bought and sold to be violated and consumed by both gods and men? how could someone who knew what it was to be wanted anywhere call out for a mother who rarely had a kind word or gesture for her to ease her pain and fail to be answered? how could she be satisfied by something as small as a warm drink offered to her by a stranger unless it was the only sincere, unfettered kindness she'd ever known?
Animals caught in a trap will bite off their own limbs to escape. The snake that swallows its own tail will die of starvation. It's Last Word Wednesday.



