Grief
Harsh marks strike the original word out, replacing it with another word.
Rage
Men and Women die every day, but none of them are friends. This one hurt because you watched it happen and stood there, frozen.
Harsh marks strike the original word out, replacing it with another word.
Rage
Men and Women die every day, but none of them are friends. This one hurt because you watched it happen and stood there, frozen.
There was hope behind those eyes, even if it was a dash of it. He was of a similar age to you. A year apart. You still took him under your wing. You wanted to keep him safe. You failed. You froze there. She was on the ground, actively dying. He was hunted, hounded, afraid. You needed to save what you could, but you couldn't move, could you?
He trusted you, Sébastien did. You stood there, watched him die, watched him try to harm someone, SOMETHING, that we can't injure out of desperation. He was nearly out of there, nearly out of his chains. You could've TRIED anything to save him. Again, you froze in the face of something like it. You could've stayed outside, fighting Volatiles, Ivys, demolishers. You could've died attempting to protect him. Why did you not try to fight him? Why didn't you fight harder?
The Archon can be injured. V has done it.
Sébastien fought back. What did you do? Stood there. He gave you an exact copy of the wound he gave you in Anchorage, took your best friend. Do something about it. Focus your anger. Kill CI, kill any Sarkic you can. Kill them all. Pour your grief and rage into your own holy war. One that puts Vo'Lok in the ground.
For Sébastien
HE THINKS YOU ABANDONED HIM. IN THE END, IT WAS A MASK WHO WATCHED
-11/18/25