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Ah no Gallus, the star of many stories rests today. Goodbye Arwen 💖

"I thought that was my fault," said the boy.

"No," the hell horse said, "kindness is hard work, by real people, on purpose, always."

(this concludes me unpacking some kind of feelings through the vessel of Killie, a rather awful Boy, and his horrible rancid Horse From Hell.)

"you know there's no mechanism in the universe that just dispenses kindness, right?" asked the hell horse.

"that's wrong," said the boy, "isn't kindness everywhere, like the weather?"
"don't be so 🤬 stupid," said the horse, "that would make us the only people in the world who never get any weather"

"and what if I open up to others, and show them my true self?" the boy asked.

"people will hate you instantly," said the hell horse, "because you are weird and annoying."

"I won't do that, then," said the boy.

"No, you should," said the hell horse. "Don't you know that they hate you already?"

"Nothing beats violence," said the hell horse. "That's why it's so effective."

"Can violence be stopped, though?" asked the boy.

"sure," said the hell horse. "by stopping it."

"Sometimes I feel like forgiveness and patience belong to everyone but me," said the boy.

"of course you fucking do," said the hell horse, "you're weird and queer and not STUPID. of course you notice that."

"what should I do, then?"

"beat them," said the hell horse.

Would

You get me.