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dear_mun2015-06-04 10:12 pm
octavius_lives) wrote in dear_mun2015-06-04 10:12 pm
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Considering the_lost
"No, no, it's a bad idea. Let me be, let...just let me go."
A loud chittering comes from the four arms behind him, and the man seems to stiffen.
"My partners disagree, of course. And I know you like the 'history' you gave me. I did great things there. Knew good people. But it was...almost an afterlife, wasn't it?"
He shrugs, then his face darkens.
"I still miss her. An ache in every moment of my existence. The peace would be better. What can I accomplish in a new place, even as I am? No, better not to risk th-"
The arms move, looking at him, speaking away silently, inside his head.
"No, you know what we were when you ran things. I said it before, and I will say it again: I will not die a monster."
A loud chittering comes from the four arms behind him, and the man seems to stiffen.
"My partners disagree, of course. And I know you like the 'history' you gave me. I did great things there. Knew good people. But it was...almost an afterlife, wasn't it?"
He shrugs, then his face darkens.
"I still miss her. An ache in every moment of my existence. The peace would be better. What can I accomplish in a new place, even as I am? No, better not to risk th-"
The arms move, looking at him, speaking away silently, inside his head.
"No, you know what we were when you ran things. I said it before, and I will say it again: I will not die a monster."