He thinks he is, at least. He thinks, because almost everyone is gone. There are no children who sit at their desks anymore, clamoring for idleness and ignorant of instruction, there is no older sibling leaning against a creaking desk, his lamp less than an arm's length away. There are not parents with eyes looking elsewhere and hands like fists, and there is no teacher, no friends, no enemies, and there is no one, because, he thinks, he has almost gotten rid of them all.
But there are still people, and he is not safe yet.
They tell him his grandfather was a great man. The knights tell him he was a great warrior, who spilt the blood of Turks like so much wine and brought his enemies terror and pain. The nobles tell him he was a great prince, who kept order through absolute strength, and fought his own wicked brother to defend his throne. The priests tell him he was a great Christian, who slew infidels and unbelievers without hesitation, and did the work of Christ the Lord
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Yui had resigned herself to the fact that she was never leaving. At first she thought of escaping or being let out, and when she had, she cried every night and the voices called her stupid and weak every day, never keeping quiet. But since accepting the inevitability of her death in this cold, painful place, everything was silent and peaceful. No matter how much they hurt her, she knew she was going to die here anyway. So it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Even the voices agreed with that now.
That's what she thought, until that time when she was shivering in her cold white room, unable to forget the sharp smell of blood and the sound of screams. Eventually, someone came into her room, and told her emotionlessly that Yuu's eye had to be removed. As she shook with great violent sobs, she tried to tell herself that nothing mattered anymore, but she couldn't even do that anymore. Even the voices agreed with that.
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He thinks he is, at least. He thinks, because almost everyone is gone. There are no children who sit at their desks anymore, clamoring for idleness and ignorant of instruction, there is no older sibling leaning against a creaking desk, his lamp less than an arm's length away. There are not parents with eyes looking elsewhere and hands like fists, and there is no teacher, no friends, no enemies, and there is no one, because, he thinks, he has almost gotten rid of them all.
But there are still people, and he is not safe yet.
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That's what she thought, until that time when she was shivering in her cold white room, unable to forget the sharp smell of blood and the sound of screams. Eventually, someone came into her room, and told her emotionlessly that Yuu's eye had to be removed. As she shook with great violent sobs, she tried to tell herself that nothing mattered anymore, but she couldn't even do that anymore. Even the voices agreed with that.
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