[ You really haven't. You know deep down you aren't as brave as you pretend. You don't know what to do, but you should have done more. People have died, real people, and you can't stand the thought of it. Joe could have been your underclassman.
But you have your sick sense of pride, prince of a thousand enemies. It's a flaw you come by honestly. Your refusal to be toyed with is even stronger then your desire to live. ]
Why must I accept anything? Our situation is absurd! I refuse to accept it.
[ The pain in your head loosens your tongue, little fool. You aren't shouting, but the look in your eyes when you glance at Sou under your dark bangs is far more impassioned then your act in the trial. ]
What's the difference to you how I die, if you've your heart set on winning? Human. Machine. Dolls. Bah, its dolls all the way down. Well I'm no puppet. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.
[ Your thoughts are filled with strings. Your grip on reality is slipping, you can feel them digging into your wrists, wrapping around your throat. It's the familiar sort of hallucination, the type that leaves you screaming at walls. You can't afford to loose it here. ]
The most human thing we could do is refuse. Like right now, I refuse to go get myself killed for your sake. Why should I trust you?
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timeasmymeasure
its not like he cares or anything b-baka
Date: 2024-03-08 07:15 am (UTC)But you have your sick sense of pride, prince of a thousand enemies. It's a flaw you come by honestly. Your refusal to be toyed with is even stronger then your desire to live. ]
Why must I accept anything? Our situation is absurd! I refuse to accept it.
[ The pain in your head loosens your tongue, little fool. You aren't shouting, but the look in your eyes when you glance at Sou under your dark bangs is far more impassioned then your act in the trial. ]
What's the difference to you how I die, if you've your heart set on winning? Human. Machine. Dolls. Bah, its dolls all the way down. Well I'm no puppet. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.
[ Your thoughts are filled with strings. Your grip on reality is slipping, you can feel them digging into your wrists, wrapping around your throat. It's the familiar sort of hallucination, the type that leaves you screaming at walls. You can't afford to loose it here. ]
The most human thing we could do is refuse. Like right now, I refuse to go get myself killed for your sake. Why should I trust you?