If I end up stuck, cut your palm open on the blade I am. That might be a way to snap me out of it. After the day I've had, I suspect turning back is what will be the hard part.
-She wants to control Chainsaw Man, of course, but becoming one with him had been a good option, she always dreamt of it. Either way she was connected to the incredible chaotic phenomenon that eliminated Devils, which always represented bad things. The second option was coming to her mind increasingly often as preferable to the third option, where she was inexplicably eliminated on this ship. That she was in a different world with a different system of fear and would never matter again, let alone be loved as she so diligently pretended to want. Isn't this what would eventually happen, when Chainsaw Man ate and digested her into his own molecules? She wouldn't have eyes, she'd be practically gone, but she'd be something. Why not his arm's iconic blade? If his sharp teeth can rip apart concepts from the very past in their own time - whatever those specifically were, she's furious to have forgotten them - why wouldn't this blade cut open a path back to their own world, where she'd finally make Conquest again? Instead of manipulating unworthy, pathetic toys that had the nerve to wander off and die before ever even getting close to her secrets? That glorious noise whenever the ripcord was pulled. The imitations she's been making of it are so pale.
And, well, she's thinking more and more that the others, who do trust her quite a lot and are generally susceptible to manipulation, really would deserve it if a mass execution or Chainsaw Man attack got them all killed. It's not hard to imagine that, either.-
[She undoes her tie and tugs it harshly aside, as she speaks clearly and evenly but for the first time ever in a voice that could be heard from as many as five meters away.]
Come save me, Chainsaw Man.
[As if the ripcord were pulled, turn her into the blade.]
MODS // Chainsaw Man manga spoilers [censored] // sundry Chainsaw Man violence and despairs
-She wants to control Chainsaw Man, of course, but becoming one with him had been a good option, she always dreamt of it. Either way she was connected to the incredible chaotic phenomenon that eliminated Devils, which always represented bad things. The second option was coming to her mind increasingly often as preferable to the third option, where she was inexplicably eliminated on this ship. That she was in a different world with a different system of fear and would never matter again, let alone be loved as she so diligently pretended to want. Isn't this what would eventually happen, when Chainsaw Man ate and digested her into his own molecules? She wouldn't have eyes, she'd be practically gone, but she'd be something. Why not his arm's iconic blade? If his sharp teeth can rip apart concepts from the very past in their own time - whatever those specifically were, she's furious to have forgotten them - why wouldn't this blade cut open a path back to their own world, where she'd finally make Conquest again? Instead of manipulating unworthy, pathetic toys that had the nerve to wander off and die before ever even getting close to her secrets? That glorious noise whenever the ripcord was pulled. The imitations she's been making of it are so pale.
And, well, she's thinking more and more that the others, who do trust her quite a lot and are generally susceptible to manipulation, really would deserve it if a mass execution or Chainsaw Man attack got them all killed. It's not hard to imagine that, either.-
[She undoes her tie and tugs it harshly aside, as she speaks clearly and evenly but for the first time ever in a voice that could be heard from as many as five meters away.]
Come save me, Chainsaw Man.
[As if the ripcord were pulled, turn her into the blade.]