I struggle ineffectually again, beginning to grow quite frustrated with the restrains on my arms holding my cables in check, the restraints holding me to the chair, the lack of any of my personal affects, and most of all the chunk of time missing from my memory. I do not make mistakes. I do not forget things.
Something has happened. Something quite awful indeed. And for once, I believe my hand in it was simply that, my hand and nothing more. Not my directive.
I can't help the slight snarl that pulls at my upper lip. He's probably right, even Messiah's usual presence at the back of my mind is missing. Severed? Permanently? How would they even know how to do such a thing? Is it even possible.
I track back on his words and tilt my head with a slow frown. "Elaborate, mon rouge."
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Not too much, but off. :(
Date: 2012-05-19 03:17 am (UTC)Something has happened. Something quite awful indeed. And for once, I believe my hand in it was simply that, my hand and nothing more. Not my directive.
I can't help the slight snarl that pulls at my upper lip. He's probably right, even Messiah's usual presence at the back of my mind is missing. Severed? Permanently? How would they even know how to do such a thing? Is it even possible.
I track back on his words and tilt my head with a slow frown. "Elaborate, mon rouge."
Did I kill them? Did I kill them?