[ death is part of life. without it, sorrow would not exist, but neither would joy. to know happiness, one must understand loss. to love, one must accept the pain of goodbye. and on top of it all, he'd be stripping away what makes humans — well, human. in an eerie way, denji didn't care about the loss of humanity, not out of resentment, it's the lack of empathy. the people he cares about are all here, and none of them will follow him back home— in a fucked up way, denji justified what he had already decided to do. he's losing nothing. nothing at all. however, a simple line got to him.
"You will just "be."
his breathing grew shallow as he read on. the words blurred. he blinked hard, willing himself to stay composed. but the lump in his throat thickened, and his chest burned with an ache too deep to name. a slow breath shuddered past his lips. ] ... but death keeps taking away everyone that i loved. every single one of them.
i wish i could list out any other justification. i wish i can sound smart and make sense of how life can be much better without death. but the truth is ... i know you're right! who the fuck wants to live forever while feeling nothing? that's hell in itself.
i just don't know why i'm -
[ - thinking about doing it, anyway. just because a pretty face promised him some shallow affection, and he's that fucking desperate to feel anything but that agonizing, persisting pain. he's willing to give humanity the biggest middle finger for a brief cheap thrill? or - because they finally broke him. stripped away any ounce of joy he managed to find in his miserable existence, slowly but surely desensitizing him, blurring his vision from what is right and wrong.
ugh, he feels like shit. utter shit. ] ... no. you're right. sorry, you're right ...
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"You will just "be."
his breathing grew shallow as he read on. the words blurred. he blinked hard, willing himself to stay composed. but the lump in his throat thickened, and his chest burned with an ache too deep to name. a slow breath shuddered past his lips. ] ... but death keeps taking away everyone that i loved.
every single one of them.
i wish i could list out any other justification. i wish i can sound smart and make sense of how life can be much better without death. but the truth is ... i know you're right! who the fuck wants to live forever while feeling nothing? that's hell in itself.
i just don't know why i'm -
[ - thinking about doing it, anyway. just because a pretty face promised him some shallow affection, and he's that fucking desperate to feel anything but that agonizing, persisting pain. he's willing to give humanity the biggest middle finger for a brief cheap thrill? or - because they finally broke him. stripped away any ounce of joy he managed to find in his miserable existence, slowly but surely desensitizing him, blurring his vision from what is right and wrong.
ugh, he feels like shit. utter shit. ]
... no.
you're right. sorry, you're right ...