[ His apologies, as ever, mean little in the face of what he's done. No amount of guilt or regret could ever bring back the lives he's taken, the homes he's destroyed, and the people he's betrayed. And neither should it. He doesn't deserve- he doesn't deserve—
He had said that he would no longer seek death. That he had made memories and bonds so precious that he wouldn't let them perish with him in Origin. It was impossible to imagine waking up after that final battle, and facing another day among the ruins of his country. It was impossible to imagine taking another breath with all the grief in his heart.
He had said that he would try to live.
—But at what cost?
The words barely register before Scien goes up in flames, and for one, terrible moment, he is the Royal Guard desperate to live, and he is elated that he's won.
Just a moment, and then horror fills every part of him. He's frozen, terrified to move lest the sight of the flames become real. ]
You would never—
[ you could never be a burden. you could never be a burden.
Don't show consideration for him. He doesn't want mercy because of all the mistakes that he's made.
The flames are hot before the fire even reaches him, the smell of burnt cloth and flesh, charring and painful where it sears through him. But still his skin is cool against the fire where tears track down his face—one last kindness.
He wishes that the fire could swallow him whole. Burn out his eyes to spare him the sight of Scien falling to pieces in the flames, but they don't get the chance before the cloaked figures arrive, and he's taken from the cell, victorious. ]
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He had said that he would no longer seek death. That he had made memories and bonds so precious that he wouldn't let them perish with him in Origin. It was impossible to imagine waking up after that final battle, and facing another day among the ruins of his country. It was impossible to imagine taking another breath with all the grief in his heart.
He had said that he would try to live.
—But at what cost?
The words barely register before Scien goes up in flames, and for one, terrible moment, he is the Royal Guard desperate to live, and he is elated that he's won.
Just a moment, and then horror fills every part of him. He's frozen, terrified to move lest the sight of the flames become real. ]
You would never—
[ you could never be a burden. you could never be a burden.
Don't show consideration for him. He doesn't want mercy because of all the mistakes that he's made.
The flames are hot before the fire even reaches him, the smell of burnt cloth and flesh, charring and painful where it sears through him. But still his skin is cool against the fire where tears track down his face—one last kindness.
He wishes that the fire could swallow him whole. Burn out his eyes to spare him the sight of Scien falling to pieces in the flames, but they don't get the chance before the cloaked figures arrive, and he's taken from the cell, victorious. ]