I made my decision a long time ago, and I don't need you to insult me by undoing all my hard work. I want to kill him, and I'm going to. I don't need your help! I'll escape from here, I'll graduate from that awful school, and I will kill him. I'll make his life miserable just like he made mine!
it's that space area again. it's quiet, and he floats. he floats for... a long time. he feels time passing, slow, slow, slow. a second at a time. he exists for a thousand years, excruciatingly slow. he feels her mind degrade, feels his consciousness slip, feels his sanity slowly slipping away. for a thousand years, he is here, in this space, alone.
and then there are whispers.
welcome. welcome. welcome.
you are needed elsewhere. and so he wakes, in a grave, covered in dirt.
the last thing he sees is a familiar coat, whipping wildly in the cold, winter wind.]
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[ yeah didn't stop him from his dramatic monologue tho ]
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Misery is... less delicious, if it is taken without consent. You must decide what you would risk, for the chance to see your desire fulfilled.
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I made my decision a long time ago, and I don't need you to insult me by undoing all my hard work. I want to kill him, and I'm going to. I don't need your help! I'll escape from here, I'll graduate from that awful school, and I will kill him. I'll make his life miserable just like he made mine!
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I wish you luck in your endeavor, though I doubt you will achieve it. [a pause.] If you do not with to change fate, you may leave.
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[ he is pretty confident about this fact! so, yes, he will leave. surely nothing will go wrong from here! ]
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it's that space area again. it's quiet, and he floats. he floats for... a long time. he feels time passing, slow, slow, slow. a second at a time. he exists for a thousand years, excruciatingly slow. he feels her mind degrade, feels his consciousness slip, feels his sanity slowly slipping away. for a thousand years, he is here, in this space, alone.
and then there are whispers.
welcome. welcome. welcome.
you are needed elsewhere. and so he wakes, in a grave, covered in dirt.
the last thing he sees is a familiar coat, whipping wildly in the cold, winter wind.]