how can someone be engineered close to perfection still manage to lose itself in the face of emotion ? that very same question echoes in a void as the time stays at a standstill, heavy with the scent of blood - with the weight of a life gone with the wind. there is nothing to be done anymore, not when the votes have been cast, and the guns raised. how can someone raised to be the perfect investment, with the smallest margin of error, still manage to lose in the face of emotion ?
when the desire to see someone be safe overwhelms all others it's hard to think clearly, if at all. nothing else matters, only the possibility that someone you care for will see the light of day even if only one more time. even with just another day…it would be more than satisfactory. even if the tears and blood loss blur all else, it could at least rest easy to see those red eyes wide open. close enough to stare at them, see them, as opposed to just guessing their general shape. there is nothing more damning than the fragile, tender human heart.
tw: implied character death
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