[ life is there. there really is nothing else. no past. no future. nothing.
the tiniest thread of hope, of that fleeting catharsis sure is tempting. one repreive, no matter how brief, is going to be a welcome respite from the neverending hell this dump is.
she lunges. if she can get him down, pinned, whatever- she can leverage her arm against his throat and squeeze the life out of him. ]
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outwardly, all she does is scowl. ]
I know.
[ that's the hardest part: acceptance of this fact. this shitty fucking life that has amounted to nothing. ]
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He can't help but laugh, at that, shaking his head.
"I thought you'd be less disappointing."]
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[ the words are practically spat out - poison in her mouth. ]
I'm about once second away from changing that.
[ she wants to rip and tear and destroy. if she's already lost everything, what else does she have to lose? ]
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He grins, watching her with a brow raised, arms spread.]
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[ would it?
the world around them won't change because one stupid blue fucker met his end. it won't change the loss, the wasted life, the hatred she feels.
is the momentary catharsis worth it? wpuld she even feel it at all? ]
Guess there's one way to find out.
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It won't change anything. It won't change anything at all.
Is it worth it?]
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[ life is there. there really is nothing else. no past. no future. nothing.
the tiniest thread of hope, of that fleeting catharsis sure is tempting. one repreive, no matter how brief, is going to be a welcome respite from the neverending hell this dump is.
she lunges. if she can get him down, pinned, whatever- she can leverage her arm against his throat and squeeze the life out of him. ]
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It pierces directly through him.
He laughs as he bleeds, but more than that...
Attacking him like this seems to break something, cracking reality. Golden light seeps through the cracks, then grows brighter, brighter-
Until she can no longer see. She can only move into that warmth.]