#i love Limbo but he's always been an arrogant and petty man and if anything he's... pitiful?

[sealer-of-wenkamui]

I know she's relatively unpopular, but I feel like if people actually gave Danzou's character some thought for two seconds, I wouldn't see such irritating takes on Limbo, the idea that he was trying to help her is the one that bothers me the most. If you stop and really think what he put her through, it's apparent he's not trying to be helpful on any level, and its as he says, he's trying to devastate her and specifically her cause he has a fixation. Any "affection" for her is the hollow affection one might have for a favorite object, and I think that's what's interesting, a obsession of someone that does not love.

He repaired her body in Shimousa, so he could then mess with her and ultimately make her try to kill the people she cares about, then kills her. And I think this shows he means it when he told her to her face he was restoring her memories so her suffering would be much deeper later on when he planned to kill Kotarou in front of her.

And even if she did have mixed feeling about him restoring her precious memories I wouldn't buy it that he was trying to help because of his actions in Shimousa, but that's the thing. SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ANY MIXED FEELINGS ON IT. Limbo is the one person she'll get hostile towards, she calls him "irredeemably evil", she uses moonflower, which she hates using, on him (twice), and she glares at him in Chaldea.

(Also Koyan "torments humans for fun" skaya was able to become a beast but not them because of lack of love, so I highly doubt he has any innate desire to help people, rather he just wants to prove he's the best, and specifically, better than Seimei.)

#infel's fate tag #infel's fate bitching again lmaoo i was thinking about this too much again today #maybe this is why im at least blessed that all LimDan stuff ive seen (little as there is) has all been SUPER good #they always seem to care about her character a lot and i appreciate that #i love her character and i feel like people don't really think about her as a proper character when thinking about him if that makes sense #idk. anyway. bleeh #i love Limbo but he's always been an arrogant and petty man and if anything he's... pitiful? #fate does seem to be a tad more sympathetic towards his living self than abe no seimei monogatari (he is moe lol) but that part still stand

[read4me-blog1]

Limbo...

Its just impeccable how you feel when you are alone…its an amazing sensation, a balance to nurture, b/w being free to do what you want, and a little lost in the abyss of time, diving into memoirs of an unethical mind. The random exploration of the chain of thoughts, entangled b/w what you wanted to achieve in life, what you actually want and to what you now have… kind of creeps you to death… Does the world know what is it being me? really? Does it even matter? Who gives a f***? Its better to rather be inconspicuous to the outwardly and just dream on. And everyone, of course, does not feel like this, then there is the material logic of an intelligent mind for people that talks about “more”, as in not just being desirable, but making it happen in actual sense. 

Why me? what is my fault?Frank thought

Frank loved her. Doesn’t love solve all problems? This is what he has been believing in to solve all his problems all his life. Surprisingly, doesn’t prove effective this time…. He has this problem of being despicable at heart but ignorant in mind, or reverse, confused. Always tries to look things the way he wants it to be, probably in an ideal masochistic way…“isn’t that how everyone behaves?or am I the only one?” - he thought.

Always hopeful about everyone around being very prolific about the ways and fantasies of his lifestyle or thoughts… very foolish. “it sucks…”He remembers he could never keep anything away from the world. When he is happy, that seems to be the only reason for the world to be existing, or when sad, not even a world war III would be more shocking. People made fun of him. He knew. Not that he hated himself for that, but thought that was the right way to be.. follow your heart..bullshit! It all made sense now!

He has been lured into the circumstances. There is no one to help him today. He has parted ways with everyone (almost) due to petty indifference, arrogance and honor sensing. “All wrong! Its a waste when you cannot laugh when you need the most..a disgusting feeling!”

The clock struck 3 am!

Bad time to call for help… Frank doesn’t want to make people feel bad for him at this time of the day. Neither does he know what he can do to change his situation. Its better to get lost in some unnatural pursuit of happiness… he began to think of his days as a child, when he knew everything, but let his parents take care of everything… pathetic!

Frank and Dana always loved when it rained.... 

The romantic extravagance kind of kicks in, when a man and his woman makes out in the rain. The gush of testosterone and estrogen masks the harsh realities of modern life, where you need to earn “enough” for your living, and be somewhat well acquainted over others! “Short lived..” He thought, everything they did together, at times made a lot of sense relaying it to a perfect loving world, while having no translation to the demands of the cruel world. 

Its raining cats and dogs now!

Frank had a streak of thought… “I still have blood on my hands, and the stains on the carpet? Lord, I will probably be misunderstood for the very last time in my life. Who would believe me?” Frank compared himself to Rembrandt for painting the Jewish Bride, and drew an analogy to the situation at hand. About Rembrandt’s young couple we know very little – who they were, whether she was a bride, whether they were actually Jewish. Their faces are radiant with adoration. Their gestures are beautiful: his hand gently placed on her breast, hers tenderly covering it. They are themselves on that day, and yet universal. The painting is a kind of secular altarpiece, an inspiration to patience, humility and love. 

“No one misunderstood Rembrandt, for the famous painter he was, is”. Someday, Frank would also be justified, he thought….

Frank washed his hands, lit a smoke, and looked astonishingly at the mirror just in front of him. He remembered, Dana loved standing in front of it for hours, looking at her complete self, admiring herself and cursing the forsaken unfulfilled adversaries of their life that remained yet to be fulfilled. He walked out of the stinking closet. It has been 3 days now. He felt hungry!“Is insanity kicking in again, or is it just the feeling of despair, guilt, and love? Its insanity….”Frank reached out for his Valium pills, he had a couple left. Hunger died and sobriety became meaningless to him, yet again! Had the last few gulps of his bourbon. He wanted his love to be eternal, would it be possible now? Who gives a fuck… 

Dana had this notebook, where she would scribble, whenever she was wrecked. Always a mystery for Frank, this was a valuable piece of asset that no one in the world had access to yet.

“Dana would not know” - Frank thought, “let’s go through it”

15th Jan, 2009

Excerpt - “I love you, I miss you!”

Frank remembers the day when he didn’t call back when he was late at work.They were just a couple of months into marriage. Dana was upset. “Silly girl” - he thought

4th Apr, 2009 

Excerpt - “I love you so much, but..”

Frank tried to remember hard… oh! it was when Frank was out partying with friends, and Dana was sick. 

“So what, I was sorry when I was back home. I didn’t know” - Frank thought

Deafening sound of alarm suddenly ran through his ears, as if the blood in his veins were getting viscous enough, and he could not just bear it. He opened his eyes to find himself in a scary four walled solitary penitentiary. Rushing back to reality for even a split second made Frank feel like hell. 

The limbo cost him too much.

He wished Dana was alive and with him now….

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