 sinemoras09 2009-05-08 . chapter 1Gorgeously written look at Wander and the trials he faced. Great job! |
 Yuki Valons 2009-04-13 . chapter 1Poor Wander...SotC is such a lonely, sad game. The pain he must have felt having to fight the remaining colossi while carrying the growing darkness within him must have been heartbreaking. Very well written! |
 nitrous 2009-03-03 . chapter 1masterful, very thought-provoking |
 ookami123 2009-01-18 . chapter 1I think you've just captured everything I feel for this wonderful, achingly sad character. The pain you manage to convey is... well, agonising. And yet you somehow balance it out by showing us the psychological numbness within him so beautifully - so eloquently. This is such an immersive piece, I felt like I was watching him, completely invading his solace. I mean, god, it was excellent. Really something different and just... Brilliant. Nice work :) |
 DireSphinx 2008-12-13 . chapter 1Poor Wander...what he'll do for Mono. She'd better realize what a lucky girl she is. Great descriptions, you can really feel his pain.
"...and he loses pieces of the world, the places Agro's hooves clatter on shell-rock..." I like this sentence, how he's lost to the world with every step of Agro's hooves. But I'm not quite sure if it is grammatically correct.
Good job overall. |
 Elixhay 2008-09-11 . chapter 1Wow, wow, wow, wow, WOW. This made me feel like crying, and that's no small feat. The descriptions are very vivid and a few made me grit my teeth (his poor fingernails!). Also, there were quite a few lines that I felt were particularly poignant...almost poem-like. Very lovely. This is a wonderful fic that I'll definitely be reading again. 10/10, and faving!! |
 Reinna 2008-09-04 . chapter 1D: Poor Wander. I always thought it was odd that throughout the game, as he changes, he never seems to notice or slow down because of it (though it makes sense, since it would probably annoy the people playing). Very nice reflection piece. |
 Pied Flycatcher 2008-09-04 . chapter 1Ouch. You evoke pain so well I'm wincing in sympathy. Really well-written.
'They sky is clear' - The
'The scraggly brush scratch at his legs' - scratches? |