this was heavily inspired by @vowel-in-thug‘s absolutely perfect fic, st. augustine is that way, since i pretty much need all the domestic silverflint to brace for s4 which will most likely destroy me.
All this will be for nothing. We will have been for nothing. Defined by their histories, distorted to fit into their narrative. Until all that is left of us are the monsters in the stories they tell their children. Idon’tcare.