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Sword sliced through the air, ten times, a hundred times. Repetition: practice. How fair was it that Van got to run and play as he wished, that he was free from the heavy burdens of one day becoming the ruler of Fanelia? He was allowed to be rough, but admonished for his horrible risks. He was allowed to slack off and not study as hard, but he was scolded for his lack of diligence.  Praised for what he did correctly, and merely laughed at when he didn't. Sharpen weapons, learn how to properly put armor on, how to block fire with a shield, how to swing when the enemy is vulnerable. Van, on the other hand, jumped off a building to

Without you, Sherlock Holmes, my greatest therapy tool has been rendered completely useless. I had to keep a blog for my own wellbeing, did I? It was supposed to help me get better, I was told. It was supposed to help me sort through my feelings and learn how to trust people more after everything that happened in Afghanistan. I was told to talk about even the more mundane things in my life. Now that blog is my tattoo, my permanent reminder that the one thing I really needed is now gone. Without you, Sherlock Holmes, I have lost all balance. They said to keep the cane. "You never know when something bad can happen to your leg, with all of th

Don't eat the mind honey. How many times Sollux heard that phrase echo through his head once he came to, once he realized what had just gone down. Don't eat the mind honey. The voices mocked him, prodded and pulled at him in ways he never thought was possible. But this was worse than anything he had ever done before.  He couldn't control himself, couldn't control his power and couldn't stop himself from being controlled. Don't eat the mind honey. It's supposedly easy to control the minds of lower blooded trolls, but when someone has psychic powers themselves, it shouldn't be nearly as easy for them to be controlled. It should h