"To be honest, I'm not sure either." He always had an ideal, but it was one he'd never be able to live up to. He was too selfish, too drawn to the darkness. A path that had led him down the road that severed nearly every opportunity to change, to grow. Yet if he left someone changed for the better, then...
Almost at once, Ira placed a hand to his forehead, almost as though something connected that had been severed ages ago.
Staring at a computer terminal, glancing back behind his shoulder, trying to be certain that no one was reading his screen as he responded to a private message. 'I don't mind causing others pain, but only to those who hurt my friends.'
The words that appeared in response set into motion a link of chains that had been disconnected and severed behind countless new chains, links that were no more real than his wireframe body. 'Now that, I understand fully. Protect the things that matter, right?'
Yet the pain was gone as soon as it had begun. That's right. He had sought the power Ira was made with for one purpose in particular. And if that loser could do it, then...
Shaking his head once, he knelt down in front of her, placing his right hand on her shoulder and lightly squeezing it. It was a wordless offer, and one of comfort he had only given to one other person in his short life. If she needed it, he was prepared--for once--to be clung to for a while.
Yes, he completely ignored Lin's inquiry, calling his name. He was fine, after all. It was only a memory--and a good one at that for a change.
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"To be honest, I'm not sure either." He always had an ideal, but it was one he'd never be able to live up to. He was too selfish, too drawn to the darkness. A path that had led him down the road that severed nearly every opportunity to change, to grow. Yet if he left someone changed for the better, then...
Almost at once, Ira placed a hand to his forehead, almost as though something connected that had been severed ages ago.
Staring at a computer terminal, glancing back behind his shoulder, trying to be certain that no one was reading his screen as he responded to a private message. 'I don't mind causing others pain, but only to those who hurt my friends.'
The words that appeared in response set into motion a link of chains that had been disconnected and severed behind countless new chains, links that were no more real than his wireframe body. 'Now that, I understand fully. Protect the things that matter, right?'
S̲̙͔̯̱̱̖͔̣̣͙ͮ̽ͮ̈̋̀̏̈́̃̑̎ͮ͜͞t̂̿͑̇͢͞͏̶͍̘͙̜̻̤͓ͅr̨̠͚̥̼̞͎̮͚̣͇̼͔̻͈͖͖͉͌ͭ͂͗ͯͦ́̕͜ͅe̘͙̤̫͇̩̲̯̤͓̤͛̐ͧ̊̄̃̈ͫͭ̔͋̍̀ͪͩ̏͐͒̀̚͢͞͞͞n͗̌̐͑̿͋͋̀̊̐͒͋͏̷̛̳̹̠͉͖̦̣̤̤̩͇̟͉̣̩͞͞g̰̣͎͍̠͕ͦ̈́ͯ͗̃̀́t̢̡̳̪͔̘̻͈̳͉͕͇̹̏̇ͩ̂̓̈̆ĥ̃̅ͦ̒̑ͨ̑ͬ̐ͦ̒̓̍͏̛͓̠̗̟̭̖̯͚̳̻̠͠͞ ̢̬̖͕̖̹͚͇̱̒͗̋͑̆ͫ͌̉͢͠f̴̨̨̦͎̤̮̳͚̄ͯ̏̓͛̏ͣ̊ͪ̑̇̆͡͝o̷̬̫̞̼̊ͮͮ̌̇͆͗̉͛̆́̚͟r̢̡̛̫̯͙͇ͪͤ͂̐̐͌̈́̏͂̉̀ͧ̔͑́͟ ̸̨̖̖̞͕̮͓̦̜̝͕͎͗͂̑̊́͢͠ẉ̲̥̱͖̫̪̜͆ͣ̑ͦ̇̃͌̎ͣ̈͜͞ͅͅh̷̴̥͈̪͙̲̺̹̝̜͙̣͔̯͖̘̙́̍̑ͮ͜a̞̜̘͎͔̹̬̣̯͚̲͋ͤ͛̾ͫ̆̄́ṱ̶̴̨̨̯̬̹̤̥͇͍̼̖͔͚̦̤͎̠̦ͮͬ̀͑͛͂͑͞?̨͓͎̜̰̳̺̺̟̰͈̘͍̋ͥ͋ͧ̌̃̏̇ͦ͆͗̍̂ͣ͂͟
T͎͍̯̠͔̗̥̮̘ͯ̾́̚̕ö̻͔̥̩̣̮ͩ̿͐ͯ̒ ̷̰̤̣̱̳ͨ͐͊ͫ̄̒̀͘p͔̺̮͆̇ͩͦ̆̆͛̉̀͞͞r͗̃ͩ̌̕͏̣̣̣̦o̶̪̜͕͍̣͎̳̲̖̔͛̽ͪ̕t̝̞̩ͮ̆̌͘e̡̛͓̪̟̪̓ͩ̌̓c̼̲͈̝̱͚̺̤̓ͦͥ̅ͅtͩ̎͑͛̽͒͑̿͏̛̹͉ ̸̗̗̝̾ͯ̒̐̈ẗ̗̬̥̼̼̙̑̈̽̓͜ͅh̵̫̹̰͕̺͇ͣ̈́̐̊̀ẽ̺̲̅͑ͫ̽͑͐ ̶̫̻̤͆̂̎͒̐ͅt̵̩̙̄̽̒̎ͅh͂ͯ̇͂̑͂͆҉̸̮̟̲͇͚̭ĭ̈́͏̥̜͕n̫͇̞͍͍ͨ̌̊̇̋́̈́ͫ͗̕ͅgͯ̆͒ͤͣ̿ͤ͏͙͎͇̭͕̝͉ͅs̢̢̛̺̠̥̖͎̘̬͖͕̰̙̥̪̪̣̒́̈ͫ͗͊̅ͭ̈́͋̈́͘͟͞ͅt͕̜̠͚̞͕̰̹̣̪̫͕͊̅̓͛ͤ̕͡ͅh͑͑̄́ͪ͛ͧ̄ͬ̃̌̄ͭ̉̄ͮͤ́͘͏̳̗̹͔͎̜͇͞ă̢̰͈̭͙͎ͭ̍̽͒̊ͪ̐̓̃͛̓͛̀͝ͅt̨͖͚̩͉̲͚͔͓̓̀͗ͮ̐̇̑͌̄ͩͧ́ ̨̝̼̙̳̬̯̖̩̩̰̞ͣͫͬ̐͆̉ͨ̏̄ͮ̓̓̑͐̒̇̚̚̕͜͠͞m̋ͬ͊͛͂ͥͧͫͣ͌̚҉̢͚̦̰͓͈͍̝̤͖͓̮̟a̧̤͚͈̺͍̙ͨ̉̅̐̅ͪͤ͗̒̒̄̓͊ͤ̚̚͜ͅt̎̽ͤ́̌͡҉̢̳̲̣̺͉̫͕͚̫̩͚̳̻ṭ̢̣̬͙̣̪̜̖̪͓̟ͩͦ̎̇̐̂̋̀̀́e̴̢̢͖̮͇͈͕̫̜̺ͨ̿̀ͨ͌̅͜r̨̘͖͍̻͕̯͕̥̩̿ͧͭ͋ͭ̽̇ͦ͘ͅ.̸͇̤̪͈̭̱͚̹̹̹͇̩̜̞͔̝̺̜̌̂͆͛̅͊͆͋̆̈̿̒ͨ͗̐ͧ́ Y͎̲̘̼͙͈̭̓ͧ̈́ͨ̑̃̐ỏ͖͉͙ụ̧͙̬̤̬̖̃ ̜̂͂k̍n̩̻̄̏o̶̻̱̣̫̓̅w̮̣̲̪͓̹ͨ̔ͧ̄̚,̝͍͎̺͓͎͆̐ ̛̳͇͍l̫͈͓̖̬ͬ͡i̡̻̬̱͚̗̱̻̤̯̬͍͊ͧ̐ͫͯ̾̃̆ͫ̈́̏̂͋ͨ̂̓̂́͢͢͜k̵̸̡̢͙̘̙̯̜̰̩̘̩͚͓̙̣̋ͦ̍̎̊͛͒ͤ͛͋ͣͩ͟ͅͅͅͅͅe̱̖̩̟̲ͨ̅ͭͨ͌ͦ̍̀͢͟͢͞ ͇̱̟̠̟̯̻̱̄̏ͦ͗ͬ̍͛͛̋̂̽̚͘͠m̧̨͇̜͈̳͚̮͇̳̹ͤͪͯͤ̃̂͊y̶̜̟͔̻͛ͩ̂̋͒ͥͤ͞ͅ ̽̆̅̔̏͂̚҉̨̞̥̭̼̹̮͓̹͍̮̥̥͕͞ͅf̧̆͆͊̏̅̏ͩ̒̃̌̐̓̒ͫ̑̃̅̀̚̚҉̴̘̱̰̬̘͔̳̩͈̰̮̣͉̟̩̹͈͟r̜̳̖͈̈̍̉̋̎̀͡i͇̝̱̩̗̰͖͂̿ͧ̊ͥ͗͌͜e̸͚͍̙̖͗͐͊̍̚̚͢-̷̰̖̲͍̉ͨ̾ͣ̑ͣ͡
Yet the pain was gone as soon as it had begun. That's right. He had sought the power Ira was made with for one purpose in particular. And if that loser could do it, then...
Shaking his head once, he knelt down in front of her, placing his right hand on her shoulder and lightly squeezing it. It was a wordless offer, and one of comfort he had only given to one other person in his short life. If she needed it, he was prepared--for once--to be clung to for a while.
Yes, he completely ignored Lin's inquiry, calling his name. He was fine, after all. It was only a memory--and a good one at that for a change.