I think the only way to demonstrate how utterly broken Julianne’s abilities are is to not show her in action until the third iteration of the world, the one with the rampaging beast!Adler, and how she can hold her own against him like no one fucking else can.
And her whole entrance is going to be set to MeGaLoVania.
He stands upon the rooftop, ranting and shouting and cursing at a world that can barely hear him.
Lana stands in the doorway behind him, waiting, knowing full well that nothing she does can prevent this discharge of emotion or lessen the pathological amounts of bitterness and self-hate that regularly lead to these episodes.
How do you ease the mind of someone in so much distress, she thinks.
How do you stop an exploding man? Or help one with cancer in his soul?
You can’t really, she sighs. You can be a good friend, maybe even a best friend, understanding and always there to lend a hand, but sometimes they just need more than anyone can give.
She opens up the rooftop to him because he needs the time up there, in that special place, and she knows that he won’t do anything stupid, but she also knows that being here digs up every distant and now-tattered memory that he just barely manages to bury during day to day life, sending them all rushing back to him in a flood each time.
Poor man, she thinks, he’s going to drown in all this rain.
I wonder what would have happened if, somewhere in the din of Shinji’s mind, an encouraging word came up instead of the silence he always felt. Maybe things would have ended better for everyone, instead of the apocalypse that was caused by his final rejection.
We should not have had to suffer to this extent.
Shit, I sympathize with Eridan now.
It’s hard. It’s hard and no one understands.
He’s a jealous, hormonal murderous tool, but at least I can understand one aspect of my patron troll, even if I identify more with Karkat and his leadership, self-image, love of rom-coms and perpetual frustration at everyone around him.