good thing memoryshares save her the trouble of asking, plunging her straight into a broken memory, fragmented and staticky. (until 3:53) the details flicker every now and then as if corrupted somehow, but the most important portions remain vividly intact. a factory in chaos, alarms blaring, situation rapidly deteriorating and hostiles (including ones who shouldn't have been) around every corner.
(who gave that order? you didn't recognize it. why did 40? why did everyone have to...)
the memory jars into sharp static before picking back up again later, after (until 18:51). your sister and yourself in the middle of a ruined factory, smoke in the air and blood on the walls, signs and sounds of recent fighting obvious both in the near vicinity and in the distance, after one final duel she forced you into, a duel you never wanted.
and yet... you're completely unharmed. you realize this is the ending she intended from the beginning. the virus affecting both of you, that would erode away at your being until there was nothing of you left, she took that entirely on herself, just to give you the chance to live.
you didn't know anything. you didn't know any of this until it was too late. too late to do anything but grant the final thing she asked for, to die as herself and not as some red-eyed (her eyes were gold) hollow shell, here in this damned building that's already become the final resting place of so many others.
your sister steadies your gun for you. the memory cuts off abruptly into static after you fire. ]
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(who gave that order? you didn't recognize it. why did 40? why did everyone have to...)
the memory jars into sharp static before picking back up again later, after (until 18:51). your sister and yourself in the middle of a ruined factory, smoke in the air and blood on the walls, signs and sounds of recent fighting obvious both in the near vicinity and in the distance, after one final duel she forced you into, a duel you never wanted.
and yet... you're completely unharmed. you realize this is the ending she intended from the beginning. the virus affecting both of you, that would erode away at your being until there was nothing of you left, she took that entirely on herself, just to give you the chance to live.
you didn't know anything. you didn't know any of this until it was too late. too late to do anything but grant the final thing she asked for, to die as herself and not as some red-eyed (her eyes were gold) hollow shell, here in this damned building that's already become the final resting place of so many others.
your sister steadies your gun for you. the memory cuts off abruptly into static after you fire. ]