This show captures how messy people can be in the most beautiful way.
There’s something about this show, man. It just hits that spot. I honestly didn’t expect it to hit as hard as it did. Maybe it’s the vibe. That slow, melancholic, and thoughtful attitude everyone carries. That one episode where it’s just everyone having a day off, going about their lives, giving us a glimpse into the mundanity of everyday life. Or those sunrises and sunsets scattered throughout, just sitting there, unbothered and beautiful. Or even the characters, all of whom I love equally.
There’s something in this show I just can’t quite explain. Maybe words just aren’t enough to capture the layers of emotion it holds. I cried a few times watching it. The pacing gives you space to sit with those feelings, to really let them sink in.
It was especially heartfelt when the gang finally visited Manato’s grave after taking down the goblins responsible. Watching each of them leave, one by one, with that quiet sadness and a sense of fulfillment in their hearts. I felt that too. That pain, mixed with just a tinge of hope.