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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Skatch142:
8/15/2016 4:28:19 AM
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[spoiler]I recognized what he looked like.[/spoiler]
"So tell me. Where did you come from!?"
English
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"I've told you" he puts on the helmet "Maybe you know a little too much"
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"What do you mean?"
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he sighed, and sat down "........What I've done will only make you hate me" he said, his voice shaking some
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"What do you mean? How?"
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".........I've murdered.......because of my fear, an innocent kid is dead" he looked up at you ".......People like me are.....well......not tolerated "
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"F-Fear of what???"
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"well.......for my own safety, for my family's......" he chuckled once, but it turned into a sob
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"Oh, come here..." *He outstretched his arms.*
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he slowly got up, and hugged you, you decided he had to be around 15 the kid cried, he had been keeping that on his chest for a long time it seemed
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"How long has it been since you said anything about that?"
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"two........two years" he had switched back to the other language ".........I've had nobody to talk to"
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*He starts feeling awkward since they don't seem to have stopped hugging.* "That, that can be hard... But I've killed more people than you, and it haunts me every day..."
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he let go, he took the helmet off and wiped the tears away "........W-why"
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"I was, well... Terrified... I killed a lot of them while I didn't even have control... A lot of them were hunters, seeing me as just a trophy for their wall..."
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he nodded "survival then.......I.....as long as you had no choice.....then I understand..."
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"I-I hope you didn't have one..."
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he grew silent, telling you everything you needed to know he obviously did "...I......I.......Oh god"
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"I see... Do you need another hug?"
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"I.....I'm fine" he declined, but his voice shook the whole time "T-thank you though"
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"No problem... Sometimes we all make mistakes... And some may say it's worse when you do have a choice, I think it is pretty d@#% awful to watch someone die by your hand, knowing that you are powerless to stop yourself."
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"and when your 'mistake' happens to just show itself everytime you look in a mirror, or remember the smell of flowers, or when your 'mistake' leaves you with the burden of what's left of it's soul, forcing you to know everything he felt and did till then, what then?" he asked you seriously
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"When you look in the mirror? And what about it's soul?" *Sketch looks confused, but still serious.*
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".........After I......I killed him......he.....my soul accepted a piece of his......and my apparence took on his mostly because of it"
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"So, he looked how you do?"
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he nods sadly "Unfortunately for me, and...........it's....it's not important"
