177 Near Disasters
Some nights I can't sleep. There isn't a single night that I want to. When I sleep, I forget. Each morning the blood is on my hands again, and I know I failed. This time there's no free pass. I keep breaking my promise. As hard as I try, it is never going to be enough.
Delilah could see it. She told me to hunt, but who do I hunt here? What do I kill? How does more blood change a canvas already saturated with red? There isn't enough.
Every morning I'll see the same eyes. Every morning they'll be empty. I can't erase that. I don't know that I want to. If I forget then he could-
[Abruptly, the apartment's residents, and probably the neighbors, are treated to a cacophony of plastic shattering against the wall.]
[ooc: No Inner Monologue. BE WARNED OF DEATHWISH SPOILERS. No worries about how Nik can respond to anything. The City wouldn't miss out on the fun by not being sure he has spare computing technology. Hopefully, he'll be less volatile after this, or at least less standoffish.]
Delilah could see it. She told me to hunt, but who do I hunt here? What do I kill? How does more blood change a canvas already saturated with red? There isn't enough.
Every morning I'll see the same eyes. Every morning they'll be empty. I can't erase that. I don't know that I want to. If I forget then he could-
[Abruptly, the apartment's residents, and probably the neighbors, are treated to a cacophony of plastic shattering against the wall.]
[ooc: No Inner Monologue. BE WARNED OF DEATHWISH SPOILERS. No worries about how Nik can respond to anything. The City wouldn't miss out on the fun by not being sure he has spare computing technology. Hopefully, he'll be less volatile after this, or at least less standoffish.]