“At least I’m not Subaru” really does make everything better.
Overslept? At least you’re not Subaru!
Failed your exams? At least you’re not Subaru!
Feel guilty because one of your closest friends loses his eye protecting you? Find out the day you go to confess your love to him that the he’s an assassin and the sworn enemy of your family? And then he breaks your arm and says he doesn’t give a shit about you? And then kills your twin sister? And disappears for years? And when he reappears he’s eating ice-cream and destroying Tokyo with some other guy, to whom you lose one of your eyes? And then your dead sister’s magic forces you to kill him, even though you want to be killed by him yourself? And then the dude he was eating ice-cream with brings you his remaining eye, and you get a transplant, only now you can’t kill yourself because you’re keeping alive the last part of him? And he planned the whole thing?
At least you’re not— oh. Never mind.
Am I a terrible person for laughing really hard at this? I am, aren’t I?
Lady Karasu 