we're all killers
He listened; not much else to do in the wake of compelled movements and Voice encryptions; could understand, the way the words flowed and overwhelmed, how others might be scorched and entrapped, and why he’d remained so irreverent for so long. He’d never had the same, not anywhere, not in Helovia, not in Isilme, not here either; faith in his own abilities and capabilities, until Safrin had drawn forms out of his blood and strength – pondering the wake of these matters in his skull, inclining his head only to Rexanna, the same stoic expression remained on his features, deep breaths fizzling and fuming through his chest, holding the empty tank, waiting, waiting, waiting, useless and ineffective all over again.
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