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Who: Ritsu, "Black V-Mon"/ Later: Greg, Sara, and Haku
What: So easy to make him break... will it be that easy to save him?
When: October 13th, 2010.
Where: Axoyri
He was cold. He had always been cold lately. It was an entirely new and odd sensation, one that made him feel dissociated from his robotic body, as though he was sitting next to himself in that dimly lit, empty room he'd been held in for nearly a month
Had it been that long already? Even though he felt just like the human victims of kidnapping and hostage who lost track of time in their isolation, his systems reminded him just what day it was, and how long ago that strange incident had been. He didn't even fight back against getting grabbed.
He never fought back.
But right then he figured that cold was better than pain, and Black V-Mon had been providing plenty of that lately.
A faint sigh escaped his lips, body still even as he brought up a video on his systems and watched it for the hundredth time.
Him and Sara, out at the park, laughing about something silly. Happier times. Better times.
Times before he was a murderer, who killed without a second thought, and deserved everything that was coming to him.
Everything.
What: So easy to make him break... will it be that easy to save him?
When: October 13th, 2010.
Where: Axoyri
He was cold. He had always been cold lately. It was an entirely new and odd sensation, one that made him feel dissociated from his robotic body, as though he was sitting next to himself in that dimly lit, empty room he'd been held in for nearly a month
Had it been that long already? Even though he felt just like the human victims of kidnapping and hostage who lost track of time in their isolation, his systems reminded him just what day it was, and how long ago that strange incident had been. He didn't even fight back against getting grabbed.
He never fought back.
But right then he figured that cold was better than pain, and Black V-Mon had been providing plenty of that lately.
A faint sigh escaped his lips, body still even as he brought up a video on his systems and watched it for the hundredth time.
Him and Sara, out at the park, laughing about something silly. Happier times. Better times.
Times before he was a murderer, who killed without a second thought, and deserved everything that was coming to him.
Everything.