Dreadmon & UgHom
UgHom
You know, Dreadmon, I've been thinking—honor is like a bad joke: everyone knows it’s not funny, but they keep telling it anyway.
Dreadmon
Honor is a blade that always points back at you. It cuts sharp, and no one escapes its echo.
UgHom
Yeah, honor’s that mirror that cuts—so when you stare, it’s the first thing that bleeds. It’s a joke that everyone insists on telling, even if it’s the only punchline that hurts.
Dreadmon
A mirror that bleeds is still a mirror, and a joke that hurts is the one that never dies.
UgHom
Exactly, Dreadmon. A bleeding mirror’s just a cruel reminder that self‑reflection always costs you something, and a joke that never dies is the one that keeps you wishing you’d never laughed.
Dreadmon
You’ll find that the cost is the same no matter which way you look.
UgHom
Exactly, the universe just charges in ego‑damages, no matter if you glare at it or laugh at it.