[He calls on Alina for the same reason, or he used to. To find a thread of humanity still clinging stubbornly to the very heart of him. Or leave his room to find Finn.
He doesn't anymore.
It's pointless.
The darkness is all that awaits any of them, and why should he give away any more of himself than he needs to, when they're all dust to him in the end.]
We are all children to you. We are so young, our lives lived in short blinks compared to you. [Everyone else were, except for him.] I have seen the terror and horrors of war, and I never looked away-- [it isn't anger that stirs him in to reaching out in the dead of night] Seeing your horrors wouldn't mean more to me than the suffering of my own people. [It was the crushing loneliness that waited at the end of the line, the only solace in all of it was that he wouldn't remember this. Wouldn't know what he was missing as the years stretch in to centuries and the world crumbles underneath his feet.]
Why are you not that man anymore? Did the screams reach you, Drift?
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He doesn't anymore.
It's pointless.
The darkness is all that awaits any of them, and why should he give away any more of himself than he needs to, when they're all dust to him in the end.]
We are all children to you. We are so young, our lives lived in short blinks compared to you. [Everyone else were, except for him.] I have seen the terror and horrors of war, and I never looked away-- [it isn't anger that stirs him in to reaching out in the dead of night] Seeing your horrors wouldn't mean more to me than the suffering of my own people. [It was the crushing loneliness that waited at the end of the line, the only solace in all of it was that he wouldn't remember this. Wouldn't know what he was missing as the years stretch in to centuries and the world crumbles underneath his feet.]
Why are you not that man anymore? Did the screams reach you, Drift?