[Twenty-Five] - Our Dirt and Our Dead End

[radiant_will]

It's… it's pointless, isn't it? It's over.

There is no way out of here. After all this time. I'm… I'm--

I can't--

Mother… Everyone…

I--I'll never…

[Having not killed her target, Kallen is experiencing her fear: being trapped in Mayfield forever. Her voice over the phone sounds both hysteric and resigned.]

Comments

[lunawolves10th]

Kallen. Calm down. Mayfield is simply assaulting your mind. It is... hard, I know it. But endure it. They are -not- going to win. The only victory they can glean is if you submit and start murdering for their whims.

[He is quiet about his own fears, or lack thereof. A space marine, by nature, has no fear, so his terror is generalized. Heart beating fast, much like anxiety, but... somehow, helping others lets him keep his mind off it.]

[radiant_will]

The only way I could deal with it was knowing that there was a chance to escape!

Now that I know there isn't one, I…

[lunawolves10th]

Will endure. We all will. The only thing we have at this point is one another.

Don't let that go. Find someone to support you, someone who can. Reach out to them, and you'll be alright.

[radiant_will]

…

Dammit.

You're right, though. This place…

I can't just give up.