Fighting for my world, I'll defend them to my last breath.

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more angst & post angst sentences.    since this is the meme i see the most on my own rp dash, have a part two of sentences indicative of trauma and pain, past or present. feel free to edit the sentences to your own needs as you wish.

“ what happened to her? ”

“ is this it? ”

“ duty before love. ”

“ you were gone. ”

“ i keep seeing you. ”

“ please, don’t tell him. ”

“ i need to get you warm. listen, you’re gonna want to go to sleep, but i can’t let you do that, okay? just stay with me, stay with me—! ”

“ she figured it out. ”

“ you were too late. ”

“ i don’t want you apologies, i want my [relation] back! ”

“ i told you! why didn’t you listen?! ”

“ it’s me—wait! …please don’t hang up. ”

“ they gave me a new life. ”

“ and you believed them? ”

“ don’t… don’t touch me. ”

“ could you, for once, think about everyone you’re gonna leave behind if–/when/ you finally get yourself killed? ”

“ it’s nothing personal. ”

“ you’re going to have to kill me yourself. ”

“ it’s always been just you and me. you and me. no one else. ”

“ the worst punishment for a parent is to bury their child. ”

“ lie to me. ”

“ i already have [name] risking their job for me. i can’t risk anyone else. ”

“ you kill me, you’ll never find [name]. ”

“ he has [name]. ”

“ i don’t care what happens to me. do it to save yourself. ”

“ i—-i can’t breath…! ”

“ if /your/ family was being threatened, you’d do anything to save them. ”

“ i needed to learn how to never be afraid again. ”

“ please—just pull the knife out! ”

“ why do you own a gun? ”

“ i don’t know who to trust anymore. ”

“ you’ll fuck me but you won’t [go out with/date/marry] me. ”

“ we need to stop this. it’s too risky… and i can’t lose you. ”

“ i carried your coffin! ”

“ don’t follow me. ”

“ i’m mad at god. ”

“ none of it was real. i was just doing my job. ”

“ why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?! ”

“ i was the only survivor. ”

“ i never met her. ”

“ you choose your family, but it doesn’t change the fact that i’m still 50% him. ”

“ she’ll kill you if you don’t get out. ”

      She was far too tired. Having just woken up mere minutes ago, without a complete cup of coffee to boost the energy she needed, she hadn’t noticed the intruder until he’d spoken. Of course, hearing the sudden voice, she’d immediately gasped, and choked on the same air–whipping her head to look for the source, only for her glasses to be swiftly swiped.

> “WH–HEY!”

      The world around her blurs. One hand lashes out to try and swipe her glasses back before the surprise thief was too far away, but fails. Unfortunately, it seemed they were faster than her, and her eyes squint as she tries desperately to make out the figure in front of her. She didn’t quite recognize the voice, and she certainly couldn’t recognize the figure, now. Shit, of all the times to not have a spare pair tucked away.. Her teeth grit tightly at the taunt she’s given.

> “You’ve got some nerve, toying with a god. Were you never taught proper manners? You ask before you take.”

      She could only make out the outline of his person–it was a messy blur around the edges, and she couldn’t make out a face for anything, but it was enough for her to make advancing steps. She almost wanted to summon either her staff or her gun, but not only was she keeping hold of her patience, she couldn’t risk the possibility of him swiftly holding her keys to sight in the line of fire. A glare steadily making its way onto her features as the lessened distance helped her make out some of his, she sharply thrusts out her hand.

//Oh shit whaddup

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