lachtara: (Fire)
π•°π–’π–Šπ–™-π•Ύπ–Šπ–‘π–ˆπ– ([personal profile] lachtara) wrote in [community profile] aionlogs 2022-05-24 03:42 am (UTC)

"You understand?! How could you possibly understand?!" It's the first time that he's truly raised his voice in anger. It sounds different, distraught in a way.

Flickers of feelings bubble up one at a time; The feeling of having to murder those he knew, the heartbreak he felt as he watched his dearest friend give themselves to death, watching their sacrifice shatter into nothing, waking in a ruined world surrounded by the broken souls, the loneliness of lifetimes, the hopelessness, failure

upon failure

upon failure

the feelings run on and on.

All the emotions build on one another, as a thousand thousand screams of those he'd seen lost fill the air.

Emet-Selch pets a hand to his face, his fingers curling with his own tinge of pain. Even as he feels these same emotions with such clarity, he does not so much as bend a knee to them. "No matter what misery I may endure next, no matter what sadness or heartbreak or loss I face, I cannot yeild to it. The hopes and dreams of those I love fall to me and I will not fail them."

Through all the grief and sadness, perseverance remains. And through the endless sea of darkness around them begins to appear small pinpricks of light, as if the illusion is finally starting to break.

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