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𝐗𝐈𝐗. 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨

The concept of what is morally "right" or "wrong" remains subjective and varies from person to person.
 
Perhaps the grass appears greener on the other side, but does it truly offer a better view?
 
Perspective plays a crucial role in how we interpret the world around us, shaping our personal understanding of right and wrong.
 
Who are we to assert judgment on someone and categorize their actions as wrong? In Albedo's mind, he may genuinely believe that he's "doing the right thing," and from his unique perspective, those actions might not carry inherent wrongdoing.
 
Being human, Albedo, like many others, could be prone to deflecting blame onto external factors rather than accepting responsibility.
 
The lines separating good from bad can become blurred, leaving the individual to grapple with their self-perception. Are we fundamentally good, bad, mentally distressed, or simply misunderstood?
 
Navigating this complexity becomes even more challenging when one lacks an objective standpoint for self-reflection.
 
The notion of Albedo waking up without Aether by his side feels like a potential nightmare, threatening to become a harsh reality.
 
The human tendency to unexpectedly lash out adds another layer to understanding Albedo's reactions in this situation. Could it be attributed to his basic human instincts?
 
Or are these just excuses to try and justify Albedo's actions?
 
Aether, akin to the calming touch of a gentle breeze, wafts through Albedo's life, bringing a sense of serenity that quells the turbulence within him.
 
Much like a radiant moon casting a gentle glow, Aether illuminates the darkest corners of Albedo's mind, guiding him through the shadows with a comforting presence.
 
So God forbid Albedo loses his will to fucking live, and the only thing keeping him mentally sane. Maybe that's why he said all that shit because he thought he lost Aether already...
 
And probably because he was getting defensive about his will to live...
 
Or that's just another excuse.
 
Albedo is well aware that he's messed things up, and rightly so. He's the one who's screwed everything up, and yet he finds it excruciatingly difficult to muster the courage to offer a simple apology and make things right.
 
The whole situation feels downright humiliating, as if he's dragged himself through the mud, tarnishing his pride in the process.
 
Degrading even.
 
Why the fuck is Albedo upset now? This is essentially what he signed up for, isn't it? What other outcome did he anticipate when he decided to sow seeds of chaos and confusion?
 
It's akin to trying to nurture a flower with poison and then being baffled when it refuses to bloom. Are you fucking insane? Use your brain. Expecting a positive result from his own toxic actions seems like a level of fucking insanity that defies reason.

But it's Albedo; what can you expect from him? Maybe he is fucking insane; maybe he's not.
 
Or maybe you should stop trying to see things in gray, try to justify them, and just accept things as they are. Right now, he's a fucking bitch, and let's just leave him at that.
 
Because, really, there's no way he can possibly explain himself.
 
So, all I have to say for you is... Or, more specifically, for Aether,
 
I'm sorry.

Humans, in their complexity, can shower someone with love and respect yet harbor the capability to tear them down given the chance. The push-and-pull dynamics, the fear of abandonment — it's like navigating a maze with no clear exit.

Albedo, having dug a grave of his own making, might as well embrace it. Perhaps in playing into it, he finds a flicker of relevance in Aether's eyes, a way to avoid complete irrelevance.

Humans, unpredictable and contradictory, engage in behaviors that baffle even themselves. Love, respect, and the fear of losing someone — it's all part of human relationships.

Everyone operates differently. Maybe this is Albedo's unique method — pushing people away, acting aloof and harsh. He's a peculiar one, for sure. It's all a puzzle; you can't always decipher what's happening in someone's life, their thoughts, or their intentions.

Undiagnosed BPD, who knows? I'm not a therapist; diagnosing isn't my forte.
 
He's weird.
 
Kinda.
 
It's confusing; everything is. You really can't tell what's going on with someone, what's happening in their lives, what they're up to, or what they're thinking of.

This might seem like a mess, doesn't it? It could be perceived as confusing, complex, and perhaps devoid of a clear purpose. And you know what? That's precisely the point.
 
Sure, you could argue back and forth, presenting counterarguments and hypothetical scenarios. But at the end of the day, Albedo's choices remain unchanged. Justifying his actions might be an exercise in futility because, let's face it, he deliberately chose the path he walked.
 
He knew the potential fallout of his decisions, yet he proceeded anyway, heedless of the consequences.
 
Sure, you could argue back and forth, presenting counterarguments and hypothetical scenarios. But at the end of the day, Albedo's choices remain unchanged. He knew the potential fallout of his decisions, yet he proceeded anyway, heedless of the consequences.
 
This chapter in Albedo's story is akin to navigating a labyrinth of conflicting emotions and questionable actions. Just like trying to understand Albedo himself, it's a tangled web of complexities with no clear resolution in sight.
 
In essence, attempting to justify Albedo's behavior is akin to grasping at straws — an exercise in futility that ultimately leads nowhere.