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sᴀʀɪᴇʟ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴᴇʀ. ([personal profile] balks) wrote 2019-06-17 11:40 pm (UTC)

■ ʟᴜᴄɪʟɪᴜs

( from here. )

[ this is a digitized mess; one that couldn't make up its mind on what it should project, switching back and forth between pieces of memories that all feel so far away now. sariel is barely affected by what's going on, not even when the spliced remains of the simulated deputy head dematerializes within a blink of an eye. that it seems like he never existed in the first place is probably the only thing that reels a reaction out of sariel, and even then it's still pretty insignificant.

(he breathes, a soft exhale. a quiet rise and fall of his chest.)

when he speaks next, it doesn't address lucilius' question because it's not like he knows how to articulate what he wants to say. there's a danger here that isn't tangible, at least it's nothing like all the things he's buried (exterminated) in the past. however, it's still his duty to be lucilius' shield and blade, and so he lingers close to him just in case something else happens. ]


Yes. I used to visit this place a lot... but that was a long time ago.

[ a thoughtful pause, one that allows him to look around at the broken bits of the place. ]

I wanted to see the soldier ants.

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