The two of you are by the ocean, though only you turn your gaze towards the water, while she stares at the ground, covered in blood. When she speaks, her voice is hoarse; combined with the redness of her eyes, it doesn't take a genius to understand why.
"Are you ready?" you ask.
She responds that she doesn't have much of a choice.
She passes you a syringe, which you inject into her as the two of you continue to talk. Death is a cruel mercy, but the two of you can at least make it as painless as possible.
She takes your hand, trembling. You squeeze hers, just for a moment. As the last of her consciousness fades, she whispers to you,
"I'm sorry it had to be you."
The thought is foreign to you. A part of you cannot understand others' worry for you: a person who, by the very nature of what you are, is a killer, whether or not you want to be. Rarely does anyone ever think that you can't handle yourself, or that this is an act that will bring you pain.
Still, you think, this kindness is why you can't help but like these people.
"Rest now," you say to her unconscious self. And then, taking out your dagger, you stab her through her heart.]
[ JAN I LITERALLY STRUCK SHESS OFF MY LIST BECAUSE I WAS LIKE OH WELL HE CAN'T TALK SO-- I'M GOING TO FIGHT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i entertained miki for like three seconds when i was shifting from alex as a choice ]
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That seems like a mercy, but not a very pleasant one.
I do have a talent for applying make up in all forms. I'd do your eye make-up, but I expect there's some sort of unpleasant punishment for not being in uniform or something.
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Balance is important.
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just then a memory plays wowee
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That seems like a mercy, but not a very pleasant one.
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... Well. Sometimes, dirty work has to be done. I imagine you know that.
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Naturally. But when it falls on one person's shoulders like that...
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You must have quite the strong will, Cetus.
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they tilt their head.]
... I'm flattered. Though it feels like a bit of an overestimation—I've just learned how to adapt.
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That's a sign of willpower in and of itself, you know.
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lightly amused,]
Then I'll defer to your expertise.
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[ and with that, he will finish off the last of shess' pink nails :T pink boi ]
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they will take a moment to check out their nails.]
Looks good.
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