paksenarrionreader:

*shrieks in delight both at the question itself and at the roast*

 

1. With every death, they come back a little different. They laugh a little more rarely. They zone out into a thousand-yard stare a little more often.

2. “Will you cleanse me of this possession?” a Victim of the Week asks. Begs. Usagi grits her teeth. This is going to take things away, she explains. You won’t ever feel strong anymore. This isn’t a pencil eraser. The Silver Crystal rips out the weed by the root, and along with everything the evil had anchored itself within. What you’re going to need real help after is this, and not the possession itself.

3. There’s a need for more mental health specialists than Japan can supply. People get addicted to alcohol or stimulants, as a way of coping with the trauma, and they’re only making themselves easier targets for monster-crafters of the next crisis and the next one and the one after that and and and

4. And how many times can you split the same person apart before there’s nothing left to be cleansed, anyway?

5. Eventually, they take to calling a special brand of youma Husks, as those are just human-faced shells, and sometimes you have to break a glass vessel to get rid of the taint inside

6. The Inners lose themselves entirely before Crystal Tokyo is even a gleam in anyone’s eye.

7. When they’re all forty years old, Usagi can’t bring herself to bring the fallen one back again. She’s been dead for a long time, anyway, and how much more can Usagi demand of her? Let her rest.

8. It doesn’t go over well with the others. If they have to keep walking their corpses in front of the Princess and taking each hit meant for her, then why should just one of them get to rest?

9. *in my best Florence + The Machine impression* and I never wanted anything from you, except everything you had and what was left after that, too