Aug 09, 2008 23:31
(OOC- Brain is fried, so this may seem too vague, so if you want to add/ignore anything, feel free to tweak/ask me to edit!)
I was scared before. But now I understand it was all my fault.
I should have sent them away. I should’ve known that they would… would die. But he finally knocked the sense into me, and I’ve accepted it. Accepted the guilt. Accepted what I have to do now.
There are noises out front. I can feel my gut twist, knowing what I have to do… but I promised him that I would do it.
They’re no my friends. They look like them, sound like them… but they’re not.
I don’t have my Changer anymore-- I gave it to that idiot when I was still in denial. But he’s helped me prepare for this fight, and I should be able to do what must be done. I have to, after all.
The doors slide open-- I blink, because I’m not used to sunlight anymore, but I’ll adjust. And I can see what’s really important now.
I can see what I have to do.