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Cassie is aware of her own death. We know this since the chapter we got of her birthday, where she stated she knew when, where and how she would die. Her obsession with breaking fate, I think, might not only be about reconciliating with Sunny. It’s more than likely she wants to change her own fate, and Sunny was her ticket. Hence the note to wish Sunny happy birthday. Skip to present. Now, she somehow knows that she’s done it, she broke fate. She just doesn’t know how or to whom. She thinks it was Sunny, but can she be sure? Either way, she’s obsessively stubborn in her belief that she has succeeded. Cassie knew this would happen. Heck she probably even knew she’d forget all about how she achieved it. But she knew she could count on her being obsessive. Cassie is still nudging fate, even now. She never stopped. We’re all just one layer deeper inside her Fate-ception.
I read this in Freddie’s singing voice
Chat gpt is that you?
Be. Careful. Of. What. You. Wish. For.
When he beats the nightmare… his rewards are going to be I N S A N E.
He’s like a Pokémon…
First with the candles placed for Neph while she was lost in the nightmare, and now again. Seems the shadows react to Sunny’s emotions towards Neph? Or maybe they are just content to be with their master…
Didnt sunny have a crab echo back on the forgotten shore? Where’ the connection there?
Wow. The wording used here is so powerful, and so important. The basis of Sunny’s shadow dance lies in copying other styles, but the roots of his own style started with copying and learning from Neph. A shadow dances, cast by the light of it’s flame. Wicked cool.
Am I wrong or was this our first instance of the legendary “courting death”? Impressive that it only appears for the first time more than 500 chapters in.
This is exactly how I feel right now
Really fantastic. I really like how for this whole last bit, the focus goes to the interaction between father and son. So often, these kinds of moments are instead plagued with the various reactions of the peanut gallery, as if this somehow were the only way to validate the intensity or importance of the moment. I live half way around the world from my father and I don’t get to see him nearly as often as I would like. This was a pretty canny depiction of what our interaction looks like when we get together. Kudos to the author, brilliantly done.