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you made it this far. you have to get up.
there’s no room for reassurance now. he’s certain of it: 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
it’s over. gabriel’s alive. he did something 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, right? he 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥.
it’s over. gabriel’s alive. he did something 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, right? he 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥.
there’s no room for reassurance now. he’s certain of it: 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”
“th-they don’t love me. they’ll 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 me.”
there’s no room for reassurance now. he’s certain of it: 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”
anauel stood up straight. “i know,” they croaked. “but isn’t it worth it, knowing what my end may be?”
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
there’s no room for reassurance now. he’s certain of it: 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
“th-they don’t love me. they’ll 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 me.”
the messenger looked up. his brothers hadn’t said a word to him or each other since they started their trek. “archangel remuiel,” anauel said, looking up. “why are you and brother hashmal so quiet?”
there’s no room for reassurance now. he’s certain of it: 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.
you’re burning. you’re on fire in a world built of ice.
a monster of this size stood like a giant compared to them. impenetrable. insurmountable. bloodthirsty. a wall of raging flesh.
“we are no longer acquaintances.”
for a moment, he can see through the artificial intelligence’s eyes. it’s deafening. too many sensations and thoughts and words and numbers. but he pushes a series of letters, and loops the phrase: S.O.S.
You Want To Shield Your Dick? For Fun?
“humanity’s creations have always fascinated me. it’s like— it’s like watching a school of fish make shapes from a whale’s-eye view. there’s just something so... pleasant about the act that i don’t fully understand.”