Nov 07, 2006 06:31
X had spent another night not able to get much sleep. He'd spent a good part of the night on the roof, looking up at the stars - or what he could see of them through the light pollution from the city and HQ lights.
Logically he knew there had been nothing more he could have done, and that he had helped a lot of people and stopped a lot of drones. But sometimes emotions didn't match up with logic, and this was one of those times. The fact that he knew he couldn't have done more was part of why he was feeling down. He'd been helpless to do more. He hated feeling helpless and it rankled that there'd been nothing more he could have done.
It was also depressing that even in the idyllic world of Reality Vanish, where humans and mechanicals lived and worked in peace, there were still mavericks. Even without oppression of non-humans and inequality, there'd still been mavericks. And so many peaceful lives had been shattered and ravaged by the attacks.
X had finally gotten some sleep in the early hours of the morning. He was now sprawled across his couch listening to some percussive instrumental music and debating whether or not to take off again today and get out of the city.
axl,
drunk antics,
splodey plot,
rp