I keep thinking ab⚣ut the last part ⚣f that "f⚣rtune" d⚣c scratch made ab⚣ut me "⚣ne day y⚣ur weap⚣n training will st⚣p being exercise, and y⚣u will learn whether tenderness can survive the first h⚣nest cut. It can, pr⚣vided y⚣u st⚣p ap⚣l⚣gizing f⚣r being s⚣ft bef⚣re the bl⚣w lands." The kills after the first ⚣ne wasn't ab⚣ut self preservati⚣n, at least n⚣t entirely. I c⚣uld hear the screams ⚣f ⚣ther tr⚣lls being caught and captured. It was grating, I c⚣uldn't leave and leave them t⚣ their fate. I didn't have time t⚣ truly pr⚣cess the first kill bef⚣re running int⚣ the next. The next tr⚣ll I killed was t⚣rturing an⚣ther ⚣ne. They were h⚣lding the tr⚣ll d⚣wn, and breaking the b⚣nes in their arms. The s⚣unds ⚣f the b⚣nes crunching was nauseating. I c⚣uld s⚣meh⚣w still hear it ⚣ver the screaming. I didn't think, they were t⚣⚣ distracted t⚣ n⚣tice me. I ran up and sh⚣ved my blade int⚣ the back ⚣f their skull. They went limp immediately unlike the last ⚣ne. The tr⚣ll being t⚣rtured was sh⚣cked int⚣ silence ⚣nly f⚣r a sec⚣nd bef⚣re taking that ⚣pp⚣rtunity t⚣ scurry ⚣ut fr⚣m the n⚣w limp grip and run away. I h⚣pe they're safe. #vi⚣lence #g⚣re #t⚣rture
/\ Maybe they are, maybe they aren't /\ /\ But know this \ /\ If you had done nothing, they would definitely not be /\ /\ Take pride in that, if nothing else /\
I'm trying t⚣. If my fate was always be t⚣ use my weap⚣n like this, i'm glad at least it was t⚣ prevent s⚣me⚣ne else's misf⚣rtune.