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"Why would you choose that?"
"The feeling in you now."
That Claw which encompasses me.
Is it theirs, and which are mine? Does it even matter anymore?
Memories cascade in broken segments out of my mind.
A train clatters beneath it, each break in the track accentuated by a metal song, the engine stirs with an electric hum that pierces it. The mechanism is beautiful.
A blue light buzzes around it, its comfort soothes its broken mind.
He betrayed me. He killed me. He- is the reason I'm here.
It sees his face, a titan clad in formless metal. Dancing, brilliant orange light beaming from the mask. He has moved past all the worries that plague us.
I see Leon's face before me, twisted into wrath and pain, blood pools between the spaces around my boots. Glueing me to the earth.
The comfort of the SPAS rests in the asset's hand; paradise made with each flash of destruction.
It has no regret.
A weapon is caught beneath my boot; it reaches down. The familiar weight in my hands, Leon's rage hails me, a storm of sounds and vitriol. I took everything from him, chasing-.
They would welcome it back, the leader and the botanist. One more flash of powder to burn away the stain.
My eyes trail to Lucas, firearm in hand. Hearing his words, he addresses me. I know it's true that they wouldn't care; it's a fact I've seen in the faces of starving mothers and marooned fathers. Perhaps they don't even have the capacity to care. To even see the 'individual'. But it's nothing new. We've all seen the truth.
An outstretched hand, a steward, a place you belong.
Twisted into a faceless tool. It's all the use they see for me. I slaughtered them. Each battle made me less human. A killer.
Holes filled with their wants numb my mind.
I will kill for you.
"The feeling in you now."
That Claw which encompasses me.
Is it theirs, and which are mine? Does it even matter anymore?
Memories cascade in broken segments out of my mind.
A train clatters beneath it, each break in the track accentuated by a metal song, the engine stirs with an electric hum that pierces it. The mechanism is beautiful.
A blue light buzzes around it, its comfort soothes its broken mind.
He betrayed me. He killed me. He- is the reason I'm here.
It sees his face, a titan clad in formless metal. Dancing, brilliant orange light beaming from the mask. He has moved past all the worries that plague us.
I see Leon's face before me, twisted into wrath and pain, blood pools between the spaces around my boots. Glueing me to the earth.
The comfort of the SPAS rests in the asset's hand; paradise made with each flash of destruction.
It has no regret.
A weapon is caught beneath my boot; it reaches down. The familiar weight in my hands, Leon's rage hails me, a storm of sounds and vitriol. I took everything from him, chasing-.
They would welcome it back, the leader and the botanist. One more flash of powder to burn away the stain.
My eyes trail to Lucas, firearm in hand. Hearing his words, he addresses me. I know it's true that they wouldn't care; it's a fact I've seen in the faces of starving mothers and marooned fathers. Perhaps they don't even have the capacity to care. To even see the 'individual'. But it's nothing new. We've all seen the truth.
An outstretched hand, a steward, a place you belong.
Twisted into a faceless tool. It's all the use they see for me. I slaughtered them. Each battle made me less human. A killer.
Holes filled with their wants numb my mind.
I will kill for you.
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