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What was the thing that made Mattie realize that Arthur indeed loved him, even if not expressed in a conventional way?
He was permitted to exist after 1763. It felt cruel at the time, and confusing. The princes of France at the time were known as Fils de France. A shitty little failed fur colony he was, but he was once quite literally a son of France, and the usurped were sent into exile. But with what they are? What exile is possible when the soul is made of the earth below his feet? Acadia had been flayed from Matthew in the 1750s with the expulsions and if he was no longer a son of France, then he expected a quick, merciful death at either Alasdair's or Arthur's hands. Not something done if one is fond of the victim, but a a rational, expedited end to minimize cruelty in the age of enlightenment.
But he lived. Arthur bothered with the expense of keeping him alive. No cold and unsuffered death for Matthew but the messy, painful, confusing and terrifying gift of life. Matt understood, in at least a limited way, that it was not hatred that is the opposite of love, but apathy. And it might be fair to say Arthur was mostly apathetic of Matt until he grew to be useful but the quick death he denied Matt would have been kinder on the balance. And true, half the reason was lack of funds, but the easiest option was impossible for Arthur and his brothers, and that impossibility was the first indication of the possibility of affection.
All right, @enchi-elm, here it is, my URL spelt out in song titles, a.k.a. the most insane playlist of all time. Thanks for the tag, I'm sorry, and you're welcome:
Memphis Soul Stew - King Curtis
Everything You're Breathing For - The Parlor Mob
Raw Deal - Judas Priest
Eye, The - Brandi Carlile (this is legal, leave me alone)
That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil
River - Bishop Briggs
Iron Sky - Paolo Nutini
Children of the Sea - Black Sabbath
I'm Going Down - Bruce Springsteen
Opaque - Amythyst Kiah
Unsuffer Me - Lucinda Williams
Sit Down By the Fire - The Veils
Lebensmotto Tarnkappe - NMZS & Danger Dan
You Can Do It - Ice Cube, Mack 10, Ms. Toi
Long As I Can See the Light - Creedence Clearwater Revival
Open Invitation - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Queere Tiere - Sookee
United States of Eurasia (+Collateral Damage) - Muse
All Night Thing - Temple Of The Dog
Chariot - Mega
It Will Come Back - Hozier
Only Yesterday - Thelma Jones
Unwind - P!nk
She Caught the Katy - The Blues Brothers
I'm literally the worst for tagging games cause tagging me is a dead end seeing as I don't know anyone on here, but uhhh @starsarefire824, you feel like having a go?
Other then the censorship, they change things for literaly no reason to the point you can't even say they are translating the text. The character can say A and for reason known to no one they will have the character say B. Look at Xander, look at Pieri, look at Ingrid.
And the worst part of it is that Treehouse isn't even bad at translating when they put some actual effort into it. They are the one who came up with "Hiya papaya" to translate Yunaka's "Yoripipiiiii!" or Marni calling Maddie "Bluey" or to translate the Deformed Solider/Igyohei by the Corrupted which was really clever.
if only they could just do that for the entire game instead of what they habitually do, that's what makes their uncessary changes even more unsuffering.
And sometimes they make straigh up mistakes. Like, conjuction mistakes. Or numeral mistakes. Basically that kind of stuff.
I get that japanese is hard and all, but sometimes you really can't defend what they did because it's not "it was hard to translate" but just "ok what ?"
I get I can sound very harsh on them but 1/they aren't fan translators or begininers, they are supposed to be professional translators/localizers 2/They have been doing this for way too long since they gained that very infamous reputation 3/ They refuse to respect their boundaries. They are supposed to localize the product to make it fit to the audience, not REWRITE the story !! Their translation is a problem because it directly affects the quality of the product and not in a minimal way. Half of the reasonw why Fates have more plot holes then in the jpn version is because they kept messing with the script.
The guy Dad sold your car to
comes back to get his money,
leaves the car. With filthy rags
we rub it down until it doesn't shine
and wipe your blood into
the seams of the seat.
Each snowflake stirs before
lifting into the sky as I
learn you won't be dead.
The unsuffering ends
when the mess of your head
pulls together around
a bullet in your mouth.
You spit it into Dad's gun
before arriving in the driveway
while the evening brightens
and we pour bag after bag
of leaves on the lawn,
waiting for them to leap
onto the bare branches.
Nobody is worthy of empathy in the ways I can empathize with her alone. The insufferable and the unsuffered need to ferment to become intoxicating. Her presence is the most delicate and succulent of liquor, a strawberry wine in a rotten vineyard.
I think of all the pain yet unsuffered
and I can’t, I can’t breathe
The lies untold, the lies undiscovered,
the secrets underneath
I fear that sorrow will come while I sleep -
while I’m not there to fight it
I’ll wake tomorrow and there it will sit
by my bed uninvited
— Venice May, The Nerve (Illusion is Inevitable, 2018)