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Five thousand years. Five thousand years. Five thousand years. It continues, it continues, it continues. Five, hundred, thousand, years, and still it continues.

How long before that? He should know, but he doesn’t. Ideas of what could have been before. How long had he wanted to consume worlds? How many had he moved on from? Where, who, and why of it.

There’s nothing back there, and there’s nothing for him to dwell on. He’s lived in the past for too long, after all.

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Travis hated the feeling. He always had.

Back in Santa Destroy, he’d hated its mere existence. He’d denied it, buried it deep within the dark recesses of his mind every time it dared to rear its ugly little head. What was the point of an action game protagonist getting all fearful and worried over whatever? Not like it ever made anything better. Not like it did anything all except spit in the face of what Travis felt he had to be.

A foolish, unhealthy mindset if there ever was one.

And while Travis had learned to accept all of his emotions— that he was, y’know, a human being— since coming into Hive City and settling into Radiale Island… now, he still hated how often the topic of this story showed itself.

Fear and worry, every time the near-bi-weekly eclipses— the herald of new characters joining or leaving the group— threatened to take away everything Travis had come to so dearly love. The nights spent glued to Rosa’s side, texting “final messages” to his found family, just in case… or endlessly debating whether doing so would create a twisted, self-fulfilling prophecy, where he woke up the next morning all alone.

Pressure, every time Travis even thought he was outmatched in any important regard by any of the otherworldly citizens of Radiale, both present and past. The questions his brain repeated ad nauseam: What if, even after all that development of his, Travis still wasn’t really good enough? What if he’d never really make a difference, never really make up for his failures?

But Travis Touchdown, the otaku assassin, couldn’t find himself chained down by some negative thoughts... not for too long, anyways. After all, he now had more ways than ever to take them off his mind. And, more importantly, he now had people to assure Travis that those feelings were just that— feelings. Not founded facts. 

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