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                                  [ ʟᴀᴡ ]        [ x ]        [ ʙɪᴏ ] 

This is stupid.

This is stupid.

Why does she keep persisting? Why now, when her mask is brittle and seconds away from crumbling, does she still try to grasp to keep it on?

What’s stopping her but herself? And why, why would it be so hard for her to admit....

......

[ I...... ] [ 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚. ]

[ 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ] [ 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙖𝙢 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩? ]

She looks at her rifle, and throws it to the ground. [ 𝙄'𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙄......𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧. ]

[ 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. ]

. . .

{ 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗. } { 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦𝗔𝗙𝗘 - 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗧 }

What. What is this, she can’t move her body. Wait, her....her body’s moving on it’s own. She’s picked her rifle back up.

STOP. WHAT IS THIS. HER HEAD IS POUNDING, SHARP NEEDLES STABBING AT HER MIND.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD. 

  “ You showed mercy when you tried to trap me. ” He adjusts his posture. Ears coming to a point as a strict sigh carries him. “ While I had every ability and opportunity to kill you… I had no desire to. You’re not deserving of death. ”

[ I think we might have different definitions as to who...... ] [ No....yeah........... ] 

[ ...Thank you.. ]

Why did she show........ No. She already knows why.

Why the sudden hospitality?     𝘼 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.

[ Because I’m starting to get tired of trying to act like I’m something I’m not. ]  [ .....Honestly though? ] [ Killing me would’ve done alot of people some good. ]

Especially her brother, so he doesn’t have to stress every time she’s not in his sights...  𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩.

@projectawny​ 

[ Your aim sucks. ]

Rook’s visor glinted as her head turned, tracking the sudden voice to the ice above her. She glowered beneath her helmet at what seemed to be another Guardian, and shifted her grip on her scout rifle.

“Excuse me if shooting a sentient machine that TELEPORTS isn’t as easy as shooting bottles off a fence.”

[ It could be if you actually tried. ] [ Does the lack of death not give you a reason to care or what? ]

How much longer is she going to pretend everything’s okay?

How much longer can she pretend everything’s okay?

She’s trying to feel lost, like she doesn’t know what to do anymore. But there’s only one thing she can do anymore, it’s just a matter of admitting it to herself.

What da furby doin?

[ Y-Yeah.......it was.....something like that... ] [ Hey, are you free? I was wonderin if you wanted to get drinks and hang out or whatever the fuck. ]

[ Well! ] [ That took longer than I thought it would. ]