After all this time? After all the days and years and decades, c'est-à-dire, all the centuries that allowed you to distance yourself so conveniently? To forget?
I recall with perfect clarity every hour spent walking this cursed, interminable path you chose for me. I once feared the darkness I saw in myself; I clung desperately to your light to keep the looming shadows at bay.
How many minutes in two hundred years?
As many minutes as I've been cut off from the last vestiges of light, every agonizing second revealing to me deeper shades of blackness beyond anything my undamned mind could have imagined. I have been consumed by the very pit that haunted my mortal nightmares, my only solace found in discovering my true capacity for pure, unadulterated hate.
So yes, lover, after all this time I resent you more devoutly than ever. Can you be so surprised? After all, was it not you who gifted me with all the seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, decades, centuries in which to hone my bitterness down to something so sharp and unyielding?
[In the end, it's not the rant that shows how far gone Nicki's mind is; it's how he took the time to type it all out into a text. It's the fact he's been presumably waiting for centuries to type that unapologetic wall-of-text without a hint of irony. Because apparently this is what's important to him even after all this time.]
@ unwillingdevil | it's almost like he's been bottling this up for ca. 200 years
After all this time? After all the days and years and decades, c'est-à-dire, all the centuries that allowed you to distance yourself so conveniently? To forget?
I recall with perfect clarity every hour spent walking this cursed, interminable path you chose for me. I once feared the darkness I saw in myself; I clung desperately to your light to keep the looming shadows at bay.
How many minutes in two hundred years?
As many minutes as I've been cut off from the last vestiges of light, every agonizing second revealing to me deeper shades of blackness beyond anything my undamned mind could have imagined. I have been consumed by the very pit that haunted my mortal nightmares, my only solace found in discovering my true capacity for pure, unadulterated hate.
So yes, lover, after all this time I resent you more devoutly than ever. Can you be so surprised? After all, was it not you who gifted me with all the seconds, minutes, hours, days, years, decades, centuries in which to hone my bitterness down to something so sharp and unyielding?
[In the end, it's not the rant that shows how far gone Nicki's mind is; it's how he took the time to type it all out into a text. It's the fact he's been presumably waiting for centuries to type that unapologetic wall-of-text without a hint of irony. Because apparently this is what's important to him even after all this time.]