i am not violent
i am not malicious
i am not malicious
An orphan. Or perhaps merely plucked from his nest by The Voice? There is little difference, considering that what had once been a boy's future has now been razed to ash, souring innocence into an insurgent. Ah, but apparently the overglorified robot has a brother. A far better target, and though a name is not given for the Ascended, there's another yet to be shared. Sunjata. Torchline. Government. All of it she packs away gleefully behind a vaguely interested facade. Not wanting too stray too far on either side of the spectrum and set him running.
"Government? That's a big job. What does your brother do, then?" Head cocking to the side curiously, wondering just how much more she can pluck from his mind. He will live today, of that she must resolve herself to. Far more useful as a source of information than a body lying condemningly on the Greatwood's shores.
"Government? That's a big job. What does your brother do, then?" Head cocking to the side curiously, wondering just how much more she can pluck from his mind. He will live today, of that she must resolve herself to. Far more useful as a source of information than a body lying condemningly on the Greatwood's shores.
i am merely
a result
a result
