[ the fact that all of them inevitably hurtle towards one, single end — whether it comes sooner or later, well. the singular gift and curse of humanity, that.
become bigger than death, octavian had told him, and perhaps he can. perhaps he will. he will not let this place continue to play with him; and he will not let anyone else choose for him. not anymore. ]
Supposed to... isn't it funny? How we accept things, terrible things, simply because we believe they are supposed to happen. We call them a tragedy and refuse to try and change anything, to choose differently. [ to choose, yes. always. ] That no one has done it before does not mean it cannot be done.
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[ the fact that all of them inevitably hurtle towards one, single end — whether it comes sooner or later, well. the singular gift and curse of humanity, that.
become bigger than death, octavian had told him, and perhaps he can. perhaps he will. he will not let this place continue to play with him; and he will not let anyone else choose for him. not anymore. ]
Supposed to... isn't it funny? How we accept things, terrible things, simply because we believe they are supposed to happen. We call them a tragedy and refuse to try and change anything, to choose differently. [ to choose, yes. always. ] That no one has done it before does not mean it cannot be done.