let me bleed until the blackened afternoon [Day 5; J vs R]
Apr 12, 2017 23:14:32 GMT -5
Post by Python on Apr 12, 2017 23:14:32 GMT -5
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It was a match of steel and bickering. There was talk of home, of monsters, of reasons, bits and pieces of their lives that she would never understand. Their famous names bore tragedy, but she and her brother had never indulged in the Games. Mindless violence was a haunting; even with radio access, they wanted nothing to do with glorified gore that pushed people to the brink of insanity. Too many limits were being tested here. Her mind grew numb as each word passed, but focusing on the blood in her hands did not offer an escape. She squeezed her weapon tighter, listening.
”There is something you could do. There's someone out there that could have killed him.”
Could, should, would – what did it matter? Ingran did. That was all.
”I’m not chasing fantasies,” she said, because anybody here could kill, but only one had killed her brother. There was no point in imagining a thousand other possibilities. Life was streamlined – one event happened, then another, then another, all moving fluidly in one direction. Nobody could pause and rewind to erase one event and replace it with another. Even with a thousand possibilities, there would only be one outcome. One endgame: Jano died.
At the very least, nobody could destroy her memories of him.
This felt like her sole purpose – to remember him. To honor him. To grant his wish and continue on, even if she would die anyway. Death had been her original purpose, but circumstances changed. There was nothing more humiliating and petrifying than dying alone.
Still, it would be tranquility.
She heard it in Elettra’s voice too. The twin had loss to bear, but stories and memories to cherish for the rest of her time. This was the answer; their connection to this world. Something worth living for.
Time and time again, the world demanded a spectacle of humanity’s grotesqueness. These tributes – calling themselves deserving of something that couldn’t be deserved, calling themselves monsters when only Castor knew the face of a real monster – were breaking Eszter into fragments.
”Looks like your lucks running low,”
She sounded exactly like them, donned in their white coats with guns pointed between Castor’s eyes.
Humanity was ugly.[ table: rave ]
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