Talk about a situation in your muse's life and their motivations for having done what they did that was in line with their personal beliefs. Even if the beliefs are controversial or out of the ordinary, or if the character had suspicions, guilt or regrets, talk about it. If they have no such inclinations toward such sentiments, explore those.
I took a scythe and with it I changed the whole world but more importantly I changed the lives of thousands of girls. I changed a prophecy and a line and the way good fights evil. I told a bunch of misogynistic old men where they could shove it and kicked the first slayers ass but I knew when I put that scythe in Willow’s hands and told her what I wanted to do with it that there would be consequences. I knew I was sentencing girls to lives that would never be normal and early deaths that would come too late. I knew and yet I couldn’t twist my mind around another way. I was working on little or no time and I had one goal in mind. Save the world. I could fix what I broke after that.
Turns out I couldn’t. Well…Willow probably could have but that wasn’t the point. You can’t give someone that kind of power and then take it away. I don’t know all the slayers and I’ll probably never get to meet all of them but Giles has a book (yes it’s a book, Willow keeps the computer database) with every slayer’s name in it. We don’t find out about every death. I wish we did but when we do, it feels a little like I’m dying all over again. I know that because of me, a girl is dead. I know that without me, she probably would have lived to be a little old woman. I feel guilty for every boyfriend that doesn’t stay and every ‘normal’ life event that doesn’t take place. It piles on my shoulders and they will never know how much it hurts. . I still support what I did and I’d do it all over again because it worked. Because hey look…world didn’t end.
I took a scythe and with it I changed the whole world but more importantly I changed the lives of thousands of girls. I changed a prophecy and a line and the way good fights evil. I told a bunch of misogynistic old men where they could shove it and kicked the first slayers ass but I knew when I put that scythe in Willow’s hands and told her what I wanted to do with it that there would be consequences. I knew I was sentencing girls to lives that would never be normal and early deaths that would come too late. I knew and yet I couldn’t twist my mind around another way. I was working on little or no time and I had one goal in mind. Save the world. I could fix what I broke after that.
Turns out I couldn’t. Well…Willow probably could have but that wasn’t the point. You can’t give someone that kind of power and then take it away. I don’t know all the slayers and I’ll probably never get to meet all of them but Giles has a book (yes it’s a book, Willow keeps the computer database) with every slayer’s name in it. We don’t find out about every death. I wish we did but when we do, it feels a little like I’m dying all over again. I know that because of me, a girl is dead. I know that without me, she probably would have lived to be a little old woman. I feel guilty for every boyfriend that doesn’t stay and every ‘normal’ life event that doesn’t take place. It piles on my shoulders and they will never know how much it hurts. . I still support what I did and I’d do it all over again because it worked. Because hey look…world didn’t end.
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