Subject #017 - Without a fight is not my style...
LOCATION: Castle Oblivion
TIME: Early Evening
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I have to wonder what he's up to right now.
Breathing the sweet air of freedom? What's so great about it? For out in the open is just a cornucopia of death and disease. But maybe that was what he'd been longing for during the duration of his stay in this somewhat humble abode of the lost.
A sense of realism.
Was it so surreal within these walls that it almost drove him up the very white surface?
... Or is he still just sour from the little incident that happened not too long ago?
Even now I feel no guilt of what I've done, even though it didn't specifically go according to plan like I had wished it to. Yet he's gone, and I'm left with no remnants of him but his journal.
I haven't opened it, nor will I ever will.
I wouldnt want to taint the only thing I have left of him.
...
He had nice eyes.
TIME: Early Evening
---
I have to wonder what he's up to right now.
Breathing the sweet air of freedom? What's so great about it? For out in the open is just a cornucopia of death and disease. But maybe that was what he'd been longing for during the duration of his stay in this somewhat humble abode of the lost.
A sense of realism.
Was it so surreal within these walls that it almost drove him up the very white surface?
... Or is he still just sour from the little incident that happened not too long ago?
Even now I feel no guilt of what I've done, even though it didn't specifically go according to plan like I had wished it to. Yet he's gone, and I'm left with no remnants of him but his journal.
I haven't opened it, nor will I ever will.
I wouldnt want to taint the only thing I have left of him.
...
He had nice eyes.