The Wayfarer

[Kauket]

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A sudden eruption of a maniacal laughter ensued beyond their mask, emotions of rage, terror, humor flooding in to her mind, having failed to beat him up. Her mental limits were reaching a breaking point of no return. The remindance of failure kept flooding back, tormenting themselves with their loss. They were no longer a soldier, a fighter. They were now merely reduced to a pawn piece on the set. But like every chess game, the pawn makes the first move.

"Nehahahahahahah... Go on. Kill me. Relieve yourself of joy from my suffering. Killing me won't stop /Him/. And it certainly won't be any easier to keep track of him. "

A pause. She idly swayed her head around, analyzing the scenario. The Powercells came to note, remembering a certain incident in the Barrier. Cackling on, she mocked him for his state, very well knowing that his mind has succumbed to atrophy, the gradually decaying state crumbling away in time.

"Neheheheh... It seems like you've been busy. Still chasing those Sentinels? Too bad your mind is too - neheh - cracked - nehehe... to do anything proper with these substances. "

Rushing sensations were vividly antagonizing her mental state, her panicked state did no good for their overall condition. Certain traumatic memories relived, specific circumstances triggered a memory that involved the Order in similar settings. Pain and hatred, had resurfaced.

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