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29-04-2023, 10:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 29-04-2023, 10:34 PM by Sith Stûza.)
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He was tired.The scars underneath his eyes ever present. Hunched over and staring into an empty direction. The rain being picked up from the lack of chatter, he did not move from his seated position for an unpleasantly long time. Simple black attire that fit him nicely. The only clothing he will ever need again.
"I hate Sithspawn."
His reaction was visible, flinches and twists in the uncomfortableness of his own thoughts. Shaking his head as a hand extended towards the device to cut the recording, yet with a wave of the hand it was decided otherwise. His leg constantly tapping the ground, his hand gripping the forearm. Looking anywhere but forward.
"One, two, three...
My name is Apprent- Oh blast it"
He leaned back into the couch. Scratching the corners of his nose. Defeated. Hand to the air as the verbal assault to the ceiling started.
"This is stupid, nothing will come from this. Nobody will see this.
...
One, two, three.
I hate them, --those that run free--. What purpose does giving such things the ability of free will produce to this world? What do they know except the violence and pain that they agonize themselves with.
There is no sentience to them, I saw it in their eyes. They are puppets, wants of their masters. Nothing sentient in them or their breed. They do what is ordered of them out of instinct and not out of choice. Every single one of them I will put to the blade if they think themselves 'free'... Only we are free.
He leaned forward, finally gazing at the device.
Well, at least I feel better about it.
This concludes my repo-... Oh blast it."
After one last sigh, the recording finishes.
He was tired.The scars underneath his eyes ever present. Hunched over and staring into an empty direction. The rain being picked up from the lack of chatter, he did not move from his seated position for an unpleasantly long time. Simple black attire that fit him nicely. The only clothing he will ever need again.
"I hate Sithspawn."
His reaction was visible, flinches and twists in the uncomfortableness of his own thoughts. Shaking his head as a hand extended towards the device to cut the recording, yet with a wave of the hand it was decided otherwise. His leg constantly tapping the ground, his hand gripping the forearm. Looking anywhere but forward.
"One, two, three...
My name is Apprent- Oh blast it"
He leaned back into the couch. Scratching the corners of his nose. Defeated. Hand to the air as the verbal assault to the ceiling started.
"This is stupid, nothing will come from this. Nobody will see this.
...
One, two, three.
I hate them, --those that run free--. What purpose does giving such things the ability of free will produce to this world? What do they know except the violence and pain that they agonize themselves with.
There is no sentience to them, I saw it in their eyes. They are puppets, wants of their masters. Nothing sentient in them or their breed. They do what is ordered of them out of instinct and not out of choice. Every single one of them I will put to the blade if they think themselves 'free'... Only we are free.
He leaned forward, finally gazing at the device.
Well, at least I feel better about it.
This concludes my repo-... Oh blast it."
After one last sigh, the recording finishes.
