we're all killers
He listened; ever the silent witness, delving straight into past parameters, storing information, collecting the other granules. The General had been granted a solid foundation of answers either via the past event, or from Rexanna, an active participant in the debacle. But about portals being linked online, or that the Voice had all the powers, the precision, behind the opening of worlds, or that it was Lucas’s error that led them down to the road to ruin – his eyes narrowed in speculation, leaning against one of the shelves, no longer configuring pretenses. Cease-fires and discourses failed, a tried and true story he’d already watched, had to kill when they could’ve just left well enough alone, if there was always another way – his eyes narrowed, and he still said naught. Halo; the snow-covered world, the start of the current mess and situation, the thing they were all trying to reach towards and failing either due to these actions or some other unwinding consequences, piles upon piles of nuances and disasters. The tapestry and canvas of mountains, of peaks, of high-rising summits, from the book seemed like a distant, hazy dream, compared to the stark outreach happening now.
Let her know what the people decide indeed. His jaw clenched, arms folding over his chest, gaze flickering back and forth, from Shield to Queen, a brewing sigh evident in his chest. And what were the citizens deigned to acknowledge? When sometimes their votes didn’t matter? When things were bounced and bounded off, from one individual to the next? “What sort of options?” Options in portals, in reigning possibilities, in monarchs to fill the void or empty position? Or just the endless flow of variables, one right after the next?
Let her know what the people decide indeed. His jaw clenched, arms folding over his chest, gaze flickering back and forth, from Shield to Queen, a brewing sigh evident in his chest. And what were the citizens deigned to acknowledge? When sometimes their votes didn’t matter? When things were bounced and bounded off, from one individual to the next? “What sort of options?” Options in portals, in reigning possibilities, in monarchs to fill the void or empty position? Or just the endless flow of variables, one right after the next?
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