Sept 5, 2019 13:49:18 GMT
Post by pallas on Sept 5, 2019 13:49:18 GMT
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Victory. [break][break] Pyrrhic in nature. Cost too high to celebrate. They won, loss feels more appropriate. Definition, reactions, atmosphere. Utter defeat. Ruined. World shattered despite it being saved. A nagging in her archives, something demanding a playback. Useless. Its a memory, recorded and unchangeable, it wasn't them. It wouldn't make anything easier. She needed fixed. Battle dented and realigned her breast plate, it was too tight. Suffocating. Like every moment she was still there was crushing her to right this atrocity against the Fates. Archives ding. She's been to maintenance already. Nothing is physically wrong. Wrong. That can't be right. She's damaged, badly damaged. If everything's fine why does her chest ache? Her limbs sluggish, weighed down by nonexistent chains. All she wants to do is run through archives and wait for rust to take her. What part of that sounds right??[break][break] The world was here. Their leader not. Calculations show 1.17647058823E−10 percent of people were lost in battle. But it wasn't right. Its a joke. She understands them, but there's no humor here. A sardonic laugh at best. A brokem down wail at worst. It's reaching worst. Could it? Emotion wasn't in her. There was no heart to be shattered yet servos and pistons quake at every movement in her chest. No muscles to give way yet body wrecked with trembling. She wasn't human so why was her entire existence acting like she were. Maintenance already cleared her. She's fine. She's not fine she's losing it. Mitsuru-san, do you no longer feel curiosity of her sentience? Please, come explain what all of this is for she cannot. Yukari-san, can you explain what they could not? She's breaking. Aegis is cracking at the core and there is no explanation for it. [break][break] Clunk. Clunk. Heavy hooves carry weight of sin. The sentient weapon leaving the household to glance up at the sky. The night sky. Past midnight yet still there is beauty in the sky, stars lighting up like a painting to be made. She would like to paint but she has no creative function, no artistic augmentation to her cerebral. Clouds parted and the moon shone through the night, washing her over with a wave of... Something. Analysis. Symptoms show sign of grief. She shouldn't accept it, yet looking up it makes the most sense. A machine feeling grief. The world couldn't give Aegis that single benefit of being machine. She does not need to swallow yet foreign emotion closed her throat. Hands trembling, fingertips sinking in to reveal ten barrels loaded. Victim of circumstance, yet the moon reminds her of nothing but loss. She wished for an outlet. For something to take away this grief. Tears do not shed from the inhuman. Her place is not to feel despite the ravaging of her circuits. Barrels closed, fingers returned, hands clenched as the only sign she can give for her feelings. Others would wake soon. First Akihiko-san. Then Ken would visit. Mitsuru-san. Yukari-san. Junpei-san. Solitary was closing. Her right to feel anything closing.[break][break] Hooves carried back to the kitchen. Face blank as she took her seat to simply wait. Routine single comfort in the land of the lost. Well, most follow routine. As if on cue to break cue, a bark rang beneath the table. Oculars scanning to find Koramaru looking up at her. He knew. Out of everyone he knew her and her strife. He shared it. Kindred spirits as those without human hearts feeling what they feel. Only he saw her cracks, Aegis grateful that he could not speak to others as she can. "Yes, I understand. We will find them. We will." Uncertain promise left her lips. But she needed the pressure of that promise. She would find a way to return their Leader. One way or another. If she could not, then this was no victory. This was defeat, pure and bitter. A world cannot be a world without their Leader, it'll be missing its soul forever were that the case. As would she.
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