My heart is full of complex dialecticals. A web of ideas from two worlds, and I’m caught tangled in the sticky silk. The corpses of old identities are littered about, wrapped up and cold.

“Be faithful”

I struggle against the bands of expectation, legs kicking and arms flailing. Probabilistic reasoning deems that I should, in theory, end up like the others around me. Doomed to perish and become anew. Because I don’t change. I die and someone new takes my...

trigger warnings for mentions of death and violence

oathbreakers are often seen as necromancers.
evil soldiers where coin is the only promise, but
i’ve often seen the most noble of promises tear
people apart in the most profane ways. so do
you truly believe that i will unwaveringly act
as you presume i do now? no, i respect the
promises i made, but i do not hold my worth
to them. loyalty is my worst flaw, but hindsight
is the...