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link I want to include the artist's komentar in my answer, so be prepared for a long motherfuckin answer.
"Long yang lalu in Baldora fields, there was a single kalajengking that lived from hari to hari oleh killing and eating other, smaller insects. One day, a musang saw him and tried to eat him. The kalajengking fled, and fell into a deep well.
It was at that moment that the kalajengking thought to himself, 'Up until now, how often have I eaten other creatures? And now, the one time that I was the prey, I fled in utter terror. And look what came of that - I'll die inside this well, alone. Ah... life is filled with uncertainty. I could have diberikan the musang another hari of life with my body. But now, my death will help no one. I am useless.'
'Dear Lord, I beg of you, look inside of my jantung and hear my prayer. In my selanjutnya life, don't let me waste myself. Let me use my body for the true happiness of everyone in the world!"
And then the kalajengking saw his body burst into flame, casting a brilliant crimson glow. And oleh the light of his burning body, he lit up the night forever."
- Miyazawa Kenji, Night on the Galactic Railroad, 1934.
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I'm of the opinion that Vriska did, deep in the troll equivalent of her metaphysical jantung of hearts, feel the slightest twinge of remorse for what she had done to so many people. When I read her death scene and subsequent scenes in John's dream bubble, I was reminded of the above passage from Miyazawa, and I decided to put those feelings into a painting.
-Creator of Painting. ^u^
![Here's the [url=http://www.zerochan.net/full/1113355]full-sized picture.[/url] I want to include the artist's komentar in my answer, so be prepared for a long motherfuckin answer. [b]"Long yang lalu in Baldora fields, there was a single kalajengking that lived from hari to hari oleh killing and eating other, smaller insects. One day, a musang saw him and tried to eat him. The kalajengking fled, and fell into a deep well. It was at that moment that the kalajengking thought to himself, 'Up until now, how often have I eaten other creatures? And now, the one time that I was the prey, I fled in utter terror. And look what came of that - I'll die inside this well, alone. Ah... life is filled with uncertainty. I could have diberikan the musang another hari of life with my body. But now, my death will help no one. I am useless.' 'Dear Lord, I beg of you, look inside of my jantung and hear my prayer. In my selanjutnya life, don't let me waste myself. Let me use my body for the true happiness of everyone in the world!" And then the kalajengking saw his body burst into flame, casting a brilliant crimson glow. And oleh the light of his burning body, he lit up the night forever." - Miyazawa Kenji, Night on the Galactic Railroad, 1934. -------------------------- I'm of the opinion that Vriska did, deep in the troll equivalent of her metaphysical jantung of hearts, feel the slightest twinge of remorse for what she had done to so many people. When I read her death scene and subsequent scenes in John's dream bubble, I was reminded of the above passage from Miyazawa, and I decided to put those feelings into a painting. -Creator of Painting.[/b] ^u^](http://images5.fanpop.com/image/answers/2733000/2733305_1337835434779.39res_199_300.jpg)
