this song and this character have become so very, very important to me
i don't like luke because he's emo and depressed all the time like in that picture you reblogged. he's a relly annoying and whiny protagonist
Imagine you’re seven years old.
Imagine you’re seven years old, and you’ve been kept inside manor walls your entire life. Your father doesn’t pay much attention to you, and when he does, he’s cold and brusque. Your mother is often ill, and can’t spend very much time with you either because of that. The only real companionship you have is with an older boy whom everyone tells you is your servant, and whom your father tells you you’re not supposed to talk to in any sort of friendly manner (though you ignore him, of course). Other than that, you get occasional visits from your cousin/fiancée, and your swordmaster, who is more of a father to you than your actual father.
One day, your swordmaster tells you that he has to leave for a long time on business, and he won’t be back any time soon. You’re having one last training session with him when a girl invades the manor and tries to assassinate him. You intervene, hoping to protect your swordmaster, but instead you get caught up in a weird, painful explosion. The last thing you’re aware of before you lose consciousness is the fact that both you and the girl are screaming.
You wake up. It’s nighttime. You’re in the middle of an unfamiliar field of flowers with the girl. You don’t know where you are. There are monsters everywhere. You don’t know how to get home. The girl introduces herself, but when you ask her why she tried to kill your swordmaster, your father-figure, she refuses to answer you and tells you to trust her anyway. You have no choice but to give her some trust, but since she’s keeping secrets and talking down to you for not knowing things, it’s hard to give her all of it.
You travel for a long time, and end up in a foreign country—the enemy’s country. You end up getting arrested by the foreign military. They want you to help them stop an impending war, but won’t give you the details until you agree. Sometime after that, the ship you’re on is attacked. Since you’re with soldiers, they have no problem taking enemy lives. Since you’re a seven year old who only just saw the outside of his manor for the first time about a day ago, you do. You end up accidentally killing someone anyway, his blood splashing on you as you stab him from below.
The fight continues. The fights continue even after you all leave the ship. You don’t want to kill, but the way the group suggests you stay protected makes you feel like you’re being a burden. You feel guilty if you kill but you also feel guilty if you don’t. You hate it, but if your best friend can do it, so can you. You agree to fight—to kill.
(Freezing up got that mysterious girl hurt, anyway. You don’t want anyone else to get hurt on your behalf.)
Eventually you find out that the enemy country and your country have come to an agreement. your country will help with the miasma problem in the mining village, Akzeriuth, and you will serve as the goodwill ambassador. Your swordmaster tells you that you can save everyone in Akzeriuth. He tells you that only you can do it—that it was in the prophecy. All of the others have purposely kept secrets from you, have talked down to you, have made you feel stupid and burdensome. Your swordmaster has never lied to you. He has praised you and made you feel important. You believe him, because you have no reason not to. You’re going to save the world.
You get to Akzeriuth. You do everything your swordmaster tells you, everything he says will save the lives of thousands of people. You follow his instructions to the letter. It goes wrong. The entire village falls apart, crumbles and falls into hellish muck. Thousands of people die, and it’s all your fault. Their blood is on your hands, the blood of thousands when killing one made you want to vomit. You were trying to save them, but they died anyway. Your fault, your fault, your fault.
That’s only the first third of Tales of the Abyss. Luke suffers a whole lot more from then on out. Don’t you think he has a reason to be depressed?
don’t tell them anything, anything
is there a special kind of insomnia where you just stare and stare and can’t stop thinking about every single mistake you’ve ever made?