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❛ just sign it. ❜ they shove a datapad into scientist’s hands, ignoring the ‘oomph’ of protest. reaper does not like to grace this sterile part of talon hq with their presence for longer than they need-- too many curious glances. too many hungry hands, itching to dig into their smoke and excavate their malformed nature. 

too bad, reaper doesn’t exist to sate anybody’s scientific intents ( not anymore ).

HE  witnessed  their  fall  from  grace  from  a  distance.  Not  for  lack  of  trying  to  save  them.  Rather,  he  had  failed  to  notice  the  sniper  perched  for  the  kill.  He  bristles  for  some  unknown  reason.  Angered,  seething.  The  AUDACITY --  however,  time  was  not  his  companion.  For  her  painful  spiral  and  collide  with  the  concrete  brought  forth  an  urgency  the  wraith  hadn’t  felt  in  eons.  He  would  HUNT  the  damned  thing  that  shot  them  down  at  a  later  date.  Now,  he  soared  across  rooftops.  Leaping  across,  a  quick  shadow  of  the  night  --  effortless.  Wavers  into  smoke,  coils  through  crevices,  bleeding  into  view  when  he  could  see  the  disaster  mere  feet  away.

                   (  ♞  )                                  ❝    ——That  e n t i r e l y  depends on what either of those choices would mean for me,   ❞ pensive is the tone she takes as she casually replies with a smoothness denoted in both posture and speech, lips  p u l l e d  into a dark wine stained smile as her half lidded gaze  f a l l s  upon the dim blue light of her personal screen where there lays a collective patchwork of headlines and police reports that, as she had previously inferred, held the signature of the spider who had approached her, the mark of Talon etched in flesh and bone there lies the anticipation which  s t i r s  in the Raven’s chest as she wonders whether it remains a tattoo upon her cool flesh or, more like her, it remains a prominent scar that motivates her own war,

                  ❝    Are you here of your own volition or merely as a third party advocate, or  w a r n i n g——  ?   ❞

TO PROTECT AND SERVE // NOT ACCEPTING

               i already know, the words fall from her lips as if he hadn’t known the moment he SAW that which he didn’t deserve to see; the MONSTROSITY talon built out of her, there was nothing he could do now, nothing he could do THEN, to save her from what she’s been through. 

         but when was he the type to LISTEN? to see the WARNINGS and take them as signs? when was he the type to back down in the face of what he knew was to be a HOPELESS venture? answer to both: he was never the type for either; the good commander doesn’t know when to back down, to ACCEPT his own defeat, and he’s certainly not going to accept it from her, in the face of what they’ve done.

TO PROTECT AND SERVE // NOT ACCEPTING

               DANGEROUS sentiment; he almost wants to be SELFISH, to allow the words to envelop him, as though they were meant to be some sort of SWEET whispers between lovers. it’s not a love story, and there’s not happy outcome for either of them – monsters, both of them have become: him by extension of his mind, and her by the genetic TORTURE she’s been forced to overcome. 

         or is it a threat, meant to WARN that the shadows that still plague him deep in the talon ranks were ever-present, claws wrapped around every limb, palms pressed to THROAT as they choke him inside out; you’re never going to escape them.

IRREPARABLE ,  she thinks .  Genesis knows the symptoms all too well , but the disease slips from recognition .  Is it the absence of mercy , or the bliss of ignorance ?  It doesn’t matter  --- -  the pain’s become white noise . 

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NO  LONGER  ALONE .  NO  LONGER  ALONE  .  no  longer  alone  !

THE  THOUGHT  is  meaningless  ,  trapped  in  the  confines  of  her  subconscious     (  talon  made  sure  of  that  ) ,  but  the  words  are  etched  into  her  eyes  /  screaming .  their  golden  hue  glisten  cruelly  from  the  trauma .  

TRAUMA  SHARED  ,  genevieve  realizes .  difficult  to  contain  ,  this  time .  the  final  metal  arm  is  hooked  into  place .  she  takes  a  step  back  to  observe  her  work  on  the  widow  ;  a  masterpiece  in  biomimicry  ,  conditioned  to  perfection .  a  vision  of  herself  flashes  on  the  laboratory  table .   like  a  child  to  a  mother  ,  the  past  resurfaces  to  beg  and  cry  ,   don’t  let  her  become  you  !  

NO .  this  is  no  place  for  weakness .  the  future  is  where  the  strong  survive :  TALON  ,  TALON  ,  TALON .

TO PROTECT AND SERVE // ACCEPTING

               would you know that? he wonders briefly, eyes HARD as they watch her with something akin to confusion; he saw WAR, CARNAGE, he felt the BURN of metal and gunpowder BURY into his chest, spilling his blood across the battlefield as MACHINE ravaged the european waysides. 

         you don’t understand how dangerous this is.

               he’d suffered at the hands of their kind, far before she fell prey to it, before things crashed down around him, his life SPARED, death FAKED, as he sought vengeance against the very people she now warned him of, against the very people she ASSOCIATED herself with. something close to TORTURE ( a high price for the head of the commander, certainly the organization loved you dearly enough to pay it ). he was no STRANGER to any of this – the FURY they sought to wrought in the name of TALON didn’t SCARE him, and neither did her warning ( foolish man ).