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                a cold laugh  ,   “   very poetic  .  where did you read that  ?  “   she would question him  .  she had not been involved for some time  ,  her family had had to take presidence over subject xac  .  for some time  ,  at least  ,   but upon returning she had heard the fascinating tales of what he had done  .   really  -  everyone else seemed incompetent  -  kill him and reset  ,  that’s all it would have taken to have spared countless of lives of innocents  .

no matter  ,  it was too late now  ,  they were long gone  .  

unabashed  ;  did she not hesitate to approach him  ,  it mattered naught of the distance between them  ,  if he was going to kill her  ,   too  ,  her funeral procession would have already been in the graveyard  .  her eyes met his optics  ,  brow arching in a stern manner  .

she waited for a moment  ,  testing him  .   it was more than simple for him to reach into her chest and pull her heart from her chest  .  she knew the programming inside out  ,  she knew his capabilities  .   her head tilted  ,  inquisitive as she was  ,   though her expression softened as her heart remained safely within her chest  .

           “   i heard there were some problems in my absence  ?   “

she would observe his reaction before speaking once again  .   “  it is a shame  ,  that nobody thought to help you  .  that they allowed you to fall so far as to compare yourself to the devil  .   “   she would say  ,  shaking her head  .  the back of her index finger brushed across the metal of his face  ,   as she had done so often before his code had cracked open  .  the signal of trust  ,  coaxing him back to her side  .

         she had heard the full story for loba  .  in all honesty  ;  cleolind had sought to agree with her  .  and yet all her heart offered was equal pity  ,  for both of them  .  and  ,   of course  ,   cutting off a branch of a tree was only going to do so much  .  should she have been faced with the same situation  ;  she would far more likely seek to destroy the programmers in the first place  .  they are the ones who killed her parents  ,  it’s always the ones who give the orders  .  the hands that stole the life should be resented  ,  but not punished when they had no free will  .  at least  ,  that is what cleolind believed  ;  what her ethics forced her to accept  .

“   aren’t people meant to be afraid of you  ?   “   she would ask  .   cleolind had been alive so long at this point  ,   seen so much corruption from officials  ,  that understanding the story had not even shocked her  .  

                 “    maybe i’ve just seen too much to be bothered  .   “ 

HE    DIDN’T    TRUST   IN    THE    SILENCE,   ----------    familiar    stench   o    gore,    pure   copper    at    first,   sharp    and    unmistakable    within   the    walls    of   the    broken    down   cottage.    and    with   the    time    and   the    heat,    so   did    come    the   heavy,    smothering    glow   of    rot.    still,   he    didn’t    trust   the    silence.    days   pacing    around    the   forest    under    the   cover    of    night,   the    small    town   and    feared    the   weary    collapse    of   the    sun    every   evening    ne’er    dared   to    come    closer.   SO    WHAT    WAS   THAT    HE    HEARD?   ---------    he    didn’t   trust    the    quiet,   but    he    didn’t   trust    the    noise   either.    every    call   or    snap    or   mangled    call    of   some    animal    in   the    distance    intertwined    with   those    alike.    but   there    were    none   like    him,    where   there?    the    question   sticks    in    his   mind,    gnawing    at   the    walls    and   pressed    back    relentlessly.    DEAD    EYES,    sharp   as    the    moonlight   cutting    through    every   inch    of    clearing   it    could,    peer   out.    he    can   smell    something    heavy,   (    something    familiar    /    ethereal?    )    yet...   that    wasn’t    quite   right    was    it?    rage    is    in    bloom    in    the    heart    of    the    beast.

Q    :    what   reason    did    the   most    dangerous    creature   have    to    raise   its    hackles    in   fear?     A    :   WHEN    IT    REALIZED   IT    WASN’T    THE   TOP    PREDATOR    ANY   MORE.

(    two    ---    three   ---    four    ----    )        are    those    a    pack    of   something    moving    through   the    dark?    every   noise    is    too   much.        (    ----    five   ---    six    ----   seven    ---------    )        he’s   losing    focus,    grappling   with    sleep    deprived   and    paranoia    riddled   brain    torn    between   heavy    fiction    and   whatever    reality    he   was    forced    to   abide    by    next.   QUESTIONS    RATTLING    HIS   MIND    :    how   long    had    this   presence    been    here?   how    long    was   he    unaware?    was   this    some    new   form    of    madness   coming    to    greet   him    in    the   wee    hours    before   morn’?    o    young   buck    barks    a    command    out   to    the    dark,   harsh    and    dripping   with    venom    and    viscera.        (    what    was    that    smell?    what    was    that    smell?    what    was    that    smell?    )

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     okay, well, no need to tell him twice! mirage offers something that’s definitely what the fans would call his awkward smile, a thing that shows white teeth and half of his anxiety. he throws his hands up, more of a guard between him and revenant than a pacifying gesture, and chuckles, high and throaty. 

     “ ample caution! got it! ample caution, and noooo need to demonstuh-demonstruk-demonuh- no need to show me! i’ve got a pretty good idea! i mean, we’re in a bloodsport, you’re death incarnate, so... i put it together. so. uh. yeah. no need to show me! like i said! i’m good, i’m good. demonstration - free. ”