I don't have time to write up Capo right now. Understanding will come in time.
Yesterday and today are important. A man stood up with a select few and fell.
I remember reading that post as Maurice and fuming.
I was livid at the stupidity. I was so angry.
I hated him. I hated how dumb, how people loved him, how he thought he would be Jesus.
For weeks, for months, this idea burnt at me, gnawed at me.
And then Zero came back.
That was when I knew I needed to blog, to taunt him taunt all the dumb runners and neurotic fighters.
Until I remembered who I was, and had the courage to become myself again.
Zero may not have saved anyone. He may have damned himself and killed so many people for no reason.
But Zero gave me redemption.
I wonder if he'd laugh.
I don't know. But I do know how important Solstice was.