slayershigaraki
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Abram Karasu.
Yeah. That one.
He's kind. Selfless. Whatever. He's the type of guy who just can't sit on his ass while the whole world goes to shit. He woke up one morning, looked at this broken, garbage fire of a planet, and said, "Fine. I'll carry it."
Hero. That word gets thrown around like cheap confetti now. Sweet. Useless. Everybody wants one. but nobody wants to pay the fucking price. Go ahead. Roll your eyes. I would. It sounds like some sunshiny Boy Scout bullshit about friendship and hugging your way through the apocalypse.
Oh, that's not him. Not even close.
Karasu doesn't perform goodness. He doesn't sell it like some cheap product. He doesn't wrap it up in neat little speeches or flags or some other simplistic moral slogan. He doesn't "save the day." He ends problems. Period. Final. In a way that makes people stop asking questions before they even finish the goddamn sentence. And the people who see it up close? First it's shock. Then silence. Then, if they're still breathing and not totally full of shit, it becomes something ugly to say.
Necessary.
He handles it. Directly. Quietly. In a way that makes the room go cold and suddenly gives everyone a very intense interest in the nearest exit.
Unorthodox? Sure. That's the polite way of saying it. But don't you dare make the mistake of shrinking him down into something simple. That's how people get it wrong. That's how they stay wrong.
And don't come at me like you're owed an explanation. Like the world is a fucking textbook and Karasu is a chapter you can skim for the answers. It doesn't work like that. Try anyway, and you'll miss everything that actually matters.