nihility is familiar. it's rotting and horrible and crawls up in his throat. for a long moment, as he stares at this dead king, this culmination of everything that he hoped to achieve, to fix that nihility - he's just silent. shut off. what now? what do they do now? what does it even matter anymore? feixiao gave over to the moon rage - the war will never end, it will be soldier after soldier, just the remains of something horrible, bloodstained and torn to shreds.
his fingers twitch. his jaw works, his eyes hurt.
there's no reason to be here. and as he turns to pass by the others again, there's a brief look of fury in his expression. back up the tunnel he goes. they have a demon to kill, still. in the car we get.
he sits behind the driver's seat, this time. behind marcoh. he might feel jiaoqiu staring at him. ]
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nihility is familiar. it's rotting and horrible and crawls up in his throat. for a long moment, as he stares at this dead king, this culmination of everything that he hoped to achieve, to fix that nihility - he's just silent. shut off. what now? what do they do now? what does it even matter anymore? feixiao gave over to the moon rage - the war will never end, it will be soldier after soldier, just the remains of something horrible, bloodstained and torn to shreds.
his fingers twitch. his jaw works, his eyes hurt.
there's no reason to be here. and as he turns to pass by the others again, there's a brief look of fury in his expression. back up the tunnel he goes. they have a demon to kill, still. in the car we get.
he sits behind the driver's seat, this time. behind marcoh. he might feel jiaoqiu staring at him. ]