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“Would I allow myself to wallow in indignant self pity?”

I recently said something last week along the same vein. I told my mother, in the wake of a breakup, that I realized that I was choosing to sulk day after day, subconsciously pushing away joy. I love this bit of the book. This is a great chapter.

I appreciate Will going back and annotating how he messed up and was insensitive. But I’m curious as to why he didn’t mention how offensive using “pussy” is, especially in the context that he did.

[“… Astral Fist. Anyway, she can manipulate items at a distance as if she was physically touching them. Distance grows with level up. At level one, it's about 10 meters."

I laughed. "Hey, Donut. If we were back home, you'd finally be able to knock that vase off the high shelf."

"That thing was a menace, Carl. It was haunted."]

Omg. The instructions/tasks of this floor are giving me flashbacks to Red Rising and I hate it. Good thing I have such faith in Dinniman, because I can’t survive reading another Red Rising.

[How shall I describe it? It's like I know everything is fine, but I can't stop myself from endlessly checking to make sure it really is fine, and in the process I make myself miserable. Today was like that. I just felt like whining. … To me, sadness is the path of least resistance, the most familiar and close-at-hand emotion I have. A habit that has encrusted itself onto my everyday.]

[And remember how you told me in our last session that my feeling of being 'selected’ could create a feeling of obligation in me? I didn't want to admit that at the time, but I think you were right. She selected me, she opened her heart to me, I have to do well by her.]

This.

This exchange between Carl and Donut has me weeping.

[DONUT: CARL, IF THEY BLOW UP THE TRAIN AND NOT YOU, THEN YOU WON'T GET THE EXPERIENCE.

CARL: That's okay, Donut. Sometimes it's not always about the experience.]

CARLLLL 😭💞

["Bitch, what?" Imani demanded, her demeanor changing on a dime.

He screamed.]

This is, hands down, the funniest book I’ve ever read.

[The goat creature screamed, suddenly and unexpectedly, causing me to almost jump out of my skin. There was no reason for it.]

As someone who thinks people being startled is fucking hilarious, this made me laugh out loud.

["Fuck yeah," I said. I turned to Li Na and held up my hand. "High five."

She just looked at me. "If I touch you with my hand, you will experience excruciating pain throughout your entire body that will cause you to lose control of your bladder and bowels."

"Okay, then," I said. "Moving on."]

🤌

[CARL: Holy shit, I have a glorious idea.

MORDECAI: No.

CARL: You don't know what it is yet.

MORDECAI: I don't care what it is. If it's a Carl idea, it's probably a brilliant idea that's going to get you killed…]

Rage and heartbreak.

[“… If you slice part of them off, the pieces grow legs and return to the main body. If you can get more than 50% of the mass off the main body at once, it'll no longer be able to heal or transform…”]

And who decides if it was more or less than 50%? If I cut a thing in approximate two, which “half” is the AI going to consider as the one cute off? This is illogical.

[Katia shrugged. "I think it might be a shade of chartreuse."
"What the hell color is chartreuse?" I asked.
"It's between yellow & green. It's named after a French liqueur. Actually, there's some controversy on what the exact shade should be. It's very interesting."
"I'm sure it's riveting," I said.
Katia stuck her tongue out at me. And then her tongue formed into a little hand with a tiny middle finger pointing up.]

[Nobody was on the tracks on this line, so the worst that could happen was it went off prematurely. Or it didn't go off at all. Or I caved in the line. Or I killed myself.]

The nonchalance. I <3 Carl

[I grinned. "My dad once made me sleep in a tent in the yard because I had a nosebleed that wouldn't stop."

"Miss Beatrice once used scissors to get poop off my butt," Donut said.

"Uh-huh," I said. "Once?"

"We're having a moment here, Carl. Don't ruin it."]

[I said, “I do”, words I thought speak first at my wedding, not my rape trial.]

💔💔

[I wished them all luck.]

Carl is an actual gem and a half.

<spoiler>[I shook my head. "I don't know. There's a whole train of people out there. I'm sure someone would love to join up with a healer and two mages. It won't be us, though. We'll never trust each other, and that sucks. It really does. It's exactly what they want to happen, and it breaks my fucking heart."]</spoiler>

My hearrrrttttt.

[KATIA: You're right. You don't understand, Carl. They came back for me. She brought the entire team to pick me up. That is more than anyone has ever done for me.]

absoLUTEly not. >:(

[CARL: Don't make shit up.
DONUT: I AM TELLING THE TRUTH THAT NEEDS TO BE TOLD, CARL.]

[“think my fans should have a name. Wouldn't that be great?Like the Princess Patrol or something."

I grunted. "How about the Donut Holes?"

"Don't be crude, Carl."]

["That's brilliant," I said to Donut, scratching her on the head. She beamed. I'd also come up with that idea, but I wasn't about to say that now.]

["Can you please stop shouting?" Donut said. "It upsets Mongo."
Mongo squawked in agreement.

CARL: Now you know how 1 feel when you type in all caps.
DONUT: THAT'S NOT THE SAME THING, CARL.]

[Unfortunately, the act of making these magnificent, large-footed beasts oftentimes results in creatures with double amounts of testosterone and whatever else makes humans so prone to overt masculinity and hyper, overenthusiastic piety toward their god of choice.]

["Will it work on party members?" I asked. "Like if Donut is across the room, and she needs a healing potion, and I nail her with one of these, will it work?"

"You will not be lobbing balls at me, Carl," Donut said. "My word. Do I look like a cocker spaniel to you?"]

‘Do I look like a cocker spaniel to you?’ made me laugh harder than I’d care to admit. But come on! Have you MET a cocker spaniel?!

[Donut grunted. "You know this isn't a boat, right? All this starboard and aft and pirate talk is starting to really annoy Mongo, especially since we don't know what the hell you're talking about half the time."]

Girl, same.