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He had wanted to be free; to be liberated from the void he was put in.
It had been all he dreamed about during his forced sleep until ultimately, hate consumed him.
By then the suspended state of animation he was in for such an agonizingly long time had undoubtedly made his mind snap, and the seething rage he felt from deep within infected his consciousness until it rotted.
He couldn't find a reason to forgive the wicked doctor, and what was much more, he couldn't find a reason to forgive humanity as an entirety.
In his mind, they all played a part.
In his mind, they were all the reason for his suffrage.
He desired retribution, and yet the second he shoved his hand right through his supposed "father", 17 didn't feel any satisfaction, not even a shred of the bliss he had imagined.
And somehow, he was especially devoid of the feeling of finally being free. None of it came, and it felt as though there was nothing to satisfy the agonizing pain within his chest.
Trudging along he sneered, a vacant hole in his chest as he wreaked chaos.
He searched endlessly for it ; for that reason.
His sister always stood at his side, her eyes which were identical to his gazing over the world just as he did, and he couldn't fathom what lay in her own thoughts, much less understand what was that existed in her artificial heart.
Was she as empty as he was?
Had she become as void as he had become with nothing but a dark, empty pit there in her chest too?
He wondered if she ever once stopped to think that perhaps there was someone out there that could have saved them from it all,
- just like he reflected upon every now and then.
In his final moment, he could see her stare at him, keeping her (e/c) colored eyes trained onto his icy ones.
It made him wonder if somehow there was still someone out there that could be the answer to every one of his questions.
Throughout the entire battle, she had been focused on just him, and him alone.
Strangely enough, having the woman gaze at him in such a way made him feel special.
And admittedly, for once in a long time he felt noticed ;
He felt only.
He released a low, dry chuckle, realizing that he was nothing more than some bratty kid that wanted just a bit of love and attention.
"17..?" He heard a voice call to him, tentatively, full of unease.
- To think he terrorized all those people... killed so many with his own hands, all without mercy, simply because he couldn't get a damned hug.
- All because he was throwing a tantrum.
She gently touched his dark hair, moving it from his pale face to get a better look at the bits of him that still looked human.
' Why did I do it?' She asked herself.
Perhaps it was that in a way, no matter how completely idiotic it seemed, she felt something for him.
Stupidly, she felt something sweet and innocent just for him, the strange feeling compelling her to come closer to him, her lips descending onto his for just a moment.
She'd been his prey, A survivor of what was left of his destruction, and even then she dared kiss him, her eyes closed as she tried to think of an existing world where they'd met by chance.
No fighting.
No battle.
No terror.
In another universe, he was just a normal guy, just as she was a normal girl, both coming together by chance.
During the soft press, she felt his lips twitch upwards, and as she drew back she could see his eyes flutter close, a lasting smile on his lips.
"I'm glad you stayed..." he said softly, knowing she had no reason to.
Call her stupid, but a part of her felt bubbly again, and silently, she watched him rest, for once being in control.
He was free; liberated.
She didn't know his story, his past nor what made him what he was, but for the rest of her life, she would always wonder, thinking of him with a strange fondness.
She could never forgive him, because, throughout it all, all the pain he had caused her and everyone around her was unforgivable, however, along with that bitterness was also a strange tenderness.
(f/n) sat silently, her body placed beside his own still one, looking up at the resting sun with her (e/c) eyes, the sight above her becoming hazed as water pooled within them.
" Today was a beautiful day." She said whilst admiring the warm colors of the sun as well as the soft grazing heat that fell upon her and the lifeless body beside her,
"Don't you think?" She mused, turning her face to him, taking his existing smile as an answer, agreeing with him wholeheartedly.
Not really impressive, and pretty vague, but might be someone’s cup of tea.
