“Evil is Evil. Lesser, greater, middling… Makes no difference. The degree is arbitrary. The definition’s blurred..."
Whoa.
At first glance, evil
is evil.
A growling muscle mound with no tact - typical thug with anger issues.
A stranger with red embers for eyes and no regard for consent - typical mafia boss drunk on power.
Wayward detective with moral compass - typical good guy and possible ally.
It seems, the line between paragons and villains of the story is clearly defined.
And then a chance encounter scatters the ashes of first impressions, smudging the line in a myriad shades of grey.
Getting to know the city is like crawling through an old attic - you can shine the light on too limited of a space at a time to get the full picture, but with each step the sticky webbing cocoons and you become acutely aware of its pull.
"If I’m to choose between one evil and another… I’d rather not choose at all.”
And here I end up doing exactly that - choosing. Because inaction is a choice too, likely with a heavier price tag.
What a beautiful cocktail of angst and mystery.
Thank you for making me
feel.
And duck you for that cliffhanger)
(with the way the world is going, survival to see new chapters is great uncertainty)
