So, yeah. Normally you’d think that making Mopey an offer to join the dark side would be met with joyous accpetance within split-seconds. In fact, Mopey herself would have told you so, as recently as a couple of minutes ago – and been utterly convinced of it, too.
But that was back then, and now is right now…and suddenly, up close and personal, the choice doesn’t look as easy and obvious as she had expected. Even when the offer comes by way of her trusted mentor. I guess that somehow, the aesthetics of evil are more alluring when seen from a proper distance.
Her fates are duelling!
More on Thurs…uh, Monday!
P.S.: No, I don’t know what happened when Mopey was nine. And I’m not sure whether her remark implies she maybe wasn’t a goth before that point in time…and I’m not suicidal enough to ask her.