ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@grimbarkGuardian The Wolf. She had a look in her eye. Like she knew it was suicide. Like she didn't care. She smiled at you. She even honored you with a kiss on the forehead. You thought it was just to reassure you. But it was to say goodbye. You hadn't seen her fight in sweeps, but god, was it beautiful. She cut down the ungrateful masses like they were paper, like she was simply dancing with her 2x3dent and they just happened to be in the way. Her psiionics cut swathes through the crowd, and you felt her grip on you loosen ever so slightly as she turned some of the weaker minds against their comrades. It was brutal, it was efficient, it was... everything. You were fighting too, of course. Your kill count was only about half hers, but you did your best to keep up. That's all they were, of course - numbers. Faceless enemies to cut down, to demoralize. You made sure to kill the more powerful ones with more spectacle, so that everyone could see what happened to the people who dared oppose her. It was a longer fight than you'd seen in a long time. Eventually, she started taking damage. First a couple lucky strikes, but she started getting exhausted. Your faith in her was absolute - she didn't let you think for a second that she might die here. But she did, of course. You rushed to her side, but she was already gone. Your wail was deafening. Flames from the Green Suns ravage the battlefield as you teleport out, bringing her to Jane's mausoleum. You clutch your head, a wave of emotions hitting you that you can't handle. You have to move you have to kill something that always makes you feel better you have to KILL SOMETHING. You try to. But instead of relieving the pressure in your skull in your pusher in your lungs it just makes it worse. You kill one of the cheering rebels, and then you can't bring yourself to kill another. You shoot off into space with a sonic boom, fly headfirst into the moon. You aren't thinking at all. You're just sad and angry and want to take it out on something big. You reach the core and suddenly everything is green. You shriek, wail, scream as your power rips the moon to pieces from the inside out. You hallucinate. You laugh. You cry. You scream. Nothing after that is coherent enough to return to you, until you finally regained your lucidity. #death,#lotsofdeath A sensitive memory...I apologize if you are not ready to bare it, it is a lot truthfully. Though the emotions you felt are a mixed bag. Please let me know if I overstepped any boundaries, you may message me about it afterwards if you would wish. πΌπππππ’ πππ
its its fine i im nnot mad at ypu
It is alright to be frustrated with me, it is also alright to not be. Please take care of yourself you are loved.