EVENT ( i told u i’d do it ). | third night | @realitycrushed
a part of him knew that he shouldn’t be here. perhaps it was a hint of remorse that he’d thought he’d long abandoned in favor of his experiments, his GOALS. perhaps it was the knowledge that the dead would have nothing to do with him at this point.
and yet he was receiving the lantern boat and directed to spirale municipal beach, where he began to follow the long trail of lanterns. william glanced down at his own occasionally, only to glance back up and make sure he was keeping with the pace of the other attendees. there was no use to get lost within his mind, his reveries, his delusions.
there were too many that he wanted to remember, and more that he simply didn’t. corinthia. elizabeth. michael. cassidy. charlie. henry. he even knew the names of the children he’d killed for his experiments, not only cassidy, and they haunted him with that knowledge even in death. instead of the animatronics they clung to, he could remember their faces so vividly.
remembrance. he shouldn’t have wanted to do such a thing. they were his victims, mostly test subjects, save for one ---- save for HER, the one whose loss had brought him to make his decision. and even then, he failed her. he knew that she would grieve more for the others than herself, the selfless woman that she was, but he’d had the hope of being able to convince her to accept the gift of life he’d planned.
and he’d failed in that. he’d made sure to write that in the letter he put into the boat, although it was just a section of what he’d written. his entire family, save for HER, had lost their lives thanks to him. all of the ones who died had returned in states that grew more and more dire.
reaching the beach, he had to ease to one knee in order to use his singular arm to push the lantern boat out to sea. even as the light blended in with the others, he waited until he could guess that it’d disappeared. for a few moments, he simply watched, before attempting to get up.
now, if you had one arm tied behind your back, and attempted to get up with one knee in pure sand ( some of it wet ), you would have a hard time. it was perhaps harder for william due to the exposed muscles in his suit, resulting in him lurching forward as some of his nerves were dampened by the seawater, resulting in him making a grunt as he tried again.
well, at least someone unfamiliar with him would assume he’s having a hard time mourning, rather than simply getting up.
