[Ah. An old friend. Death is here. A fight to the finish, going out in a blaze of glory, no, that isn't him, who is so keen on laying down and letting death take him into its arms. So this is not him, this will to survive at all costs, fierce and ready to clamp down its jaws. Even as he blinks to reality, the words sound in his mind. The image of that girl, muzzle of a gun pressed against her forehead, the talk of traitors, and, ah, now that's something that resonates a little deeper than most:]
"you've only ever been defective, disposable goods"]
[Anaido stands, hand reaching up to his head instinctively. Part of him wonders if the knife in the memory made a hole in its wake. It didn't, of course.]
[He can hope.]
Hm. [His eyes are closed as he smiles, briefly, taking it all in before he finally lets out a sigh, murmuring:] What a fierce woman you are, 45.
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Date: 2020-07-12 10:23 pm (UTC)[Ah. An old friend. Death is here. A fight to the finish, going out in a blaze of glory, no, that isn't him, who is so keen on laying down and letting death take him into its arms. So this is not him, this will to survive at all costs, fierce and ready to clamp down its jaws. Even as he blinks to reality, the words sound in his mind. The image of that girl, muzzle of a gun pressed against her forehead, the talk of traitors, and, ah, now that's something that resonates a little deeper than most:]
"you've only ever been defective, disposable goods"]
[Anaido stands, hand reaching up to his head instinctively. Part of him wonders if the knife in the memory made a hole in its wake. It didn't, of course.]
[He can hope.]
Hm. [His eyes are closed as he smiles, briefly, taking it all in before he finally lets out a sigh, murmuring:] What a fierce woman you are, 45.