[ silver hair really never means anything good. the choice that had been before him had been a simple enough one - kill restrictor, preform an snd, get the hell out of deepground. it was a gamble, the likelihood of succumbing to the virus was much higher than actually finding a means of saving himself, but ah.
death is always with you in deepground. in some ways dying would be a victory in itself, proof that he'd finally freed himself from out from under that tyrant's thumb.
except he knows this isn't deepground the moment consciousness returns to him. it smells wild and untamed, the bloodsoaked ground familiar as it is incomprehensible. he was just walking on cold linoleum. he's outside.
and he's alone.
he springs to his feet, heaven and earth pulled from their sheaths in one smooth motion as he hits the ground.
fight the young man pointing a sword at your throat. he seems to really want you to, there's a bright glint in his eyes that says he's entirely too wound up to be talked down.
or bargain to be a guide. he'll demand it of you if you don't immediately lift a weapon to strike back. ]
weiss the immaculate | final fantasy vii: dirge of cerberus
death is always with you in deepground. in some ways dying would be a victory in itself, proof that he'd finally freed himself from out from under that tyrant's thumb.
except he knows this isn't deepground the moment consciousness returns to him. it smells wild and untamed, the bloodsoaked ground familiar as it is incomprehensible. he was just walking on cold linoleum. he's outside.
and he's alone.
he springs to his feet, heaven and earth pulled from their sheaths in one smooth motion as he hits the ground.
fight the young man pointing a sword at your throat. he seems to really want you to, there's a bright glint in his eyes that says he's entirely too wound up to be talked down.
or bargain to be a guide. he'll demand it of you if you don't immediately lift a weapon to strike back. ]