The Dark Cycle

[Euca]

Perhaps, for a heartbeat, I nearly forgot that she was aligned with the Bundschuh. When she admitted her crime, I felt I had failed my job. Another one bites the dust, I thought. For a brief moment, I felt a twang of guilt. Then after, I was freed from that emotion. Who was this nurse to me? No one.

"You killed Frankenhof?" I opened my mouth slightly, and began to breathe heavily. The welling of tears in my eyes was a nice touch.

"I don't know what you want! Deep down, we both know that this isn't how your kind works." I stared, my eyes were open, full of guilt. "The Bundschuh, they're peaceful folk. If you have killed Ms Frankenhof, I cannot judge. But for a moment, consider what shooting me would do. Already your group is facing ridicule from Rheinland, if a dead investigator shows up who was looking into the death of a man who was assumed to be killed by Bundschuh terrorists, then what do you think will happen?" I glanced away, out the window again. Something struck me with that, maybe I wanted someone to dismiss my own killing of cold blood. I wasn't sure at the time, I just felt something then and there when I spoke. Empathy? Emotion?

"This... this can't be what's left of the world. It can't be. Everyone's caught in their own damn dark cycle. Please," I pleaded "don't fall into that cycle. Please, be different." Looking back on it, in that moment, I was being truthful. It seemed like everyone was caught up in a dark cycle of their own. Maybe I was hoping that this populist group wouldn't be too deep. Still redeemable. Can still seek redemption.