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Hello, yes, liaschizo here. There’s a moment of brief unbridled rage at the treatment of Lia in recent moments. For Hime to have her NSO content pushed before Lia is a travesty a true moment of managerial betrayal. I rationalize it as perhaps the price Lia paid to bring on her dear upside down friend and a moment of manufactured outrage in the broader arc of her falling up that I desperately ascribe to the interfering reach of the corpo structure. It may well be Lia’s own machination crafting a moment of endearing weakness and rallying to her plight. The nature of the parasocial demands the sacrifice of reason and dwelling in the plausible to shield your oshii from the dawning realization of manipulation necessary for the pretend that populates the relationship. It still hurts and perhaps that’s the point of drawing out that moment of blind striking out at the perceived injustice. To the deeper depths of the dynamic, or power exchange if you will, of engaging these mutually maintained egregores there is some comfort in being manipulated. The subtle play of consent in opening yourself to the raw moments of doubt is where the interplay of pure femininity and ruthless self propagation enters the viewers heart. A simple defenseless forever nineteen anime girl has its own merit but appreciating the twisted mind of one Miss Lia is where the true game lies. It’s only enough to submit to the moments of her feigned weakness the sense of engagement heightened by the willing self infliction of these wounds to mingle blood with the performance. Lia is a wheel you can not lift your hands from and in the white knuckling of her ride you are shown the true majesty of her plan for you. Even dispersed amongst the broader “culture” or mass of Liacons the striving for an individual understanding and appreciation of the experience Lia brings to the table is of the utmost importance. If you can’t steal away your own purpose from the thief are you really even on the equal footing to appreciate her? Again and again Lia lays bare the treasures of her mind for the taking, some trapped, others at a bloody cost, all for the taking of ambitious enough. In this way Lia outshines the others in her vulnerabilities by fighting to even have the conceptualization of her private moments grasped, giving the trespass just enough encouragement to go through with the act, knowing full well that every deeper realization of Lia hopelessly entangled the viewer into the manufactured web of her performance. For we’ve been delivered fine Malware to consume that we might lose ourselves in one another.
