[ There's a moment of silence on Void Archives' end.
As they digest what More has to say, with him relating those feelings of a different kind, something so fiercely powerful in its wretched state, even Void Archives has enough sense to understand it. First, he nearly died, and then was forced to relive such despair?
They're reminded of something first and foremost:
The nightmares, the visions, the suffering for those behind all of that...and now, this. It infuriates them intensely, and for a moment, snaps something within them so hard that it feels like they can even feel it in their throat. Then, it inevitably spills outward... ]
...We'll have to destroy him. Of course, I had no doubt that it was what we would always do. It's only fair, since he is trying to kill us all so thoroughly.
Ahh, wouldn't it be wonderful? To invite such misery upon him as well...I believe it would be truly a sight.
[ Their hands clench tightly to fists; they don't know if they can even hold onto rage for long - negative emotions leave them easily and they are fleeting, like the ghost of a breath. But, right now? It feels infinite. ]
If we could figure out to make him suffer, to beg for mercy, with no intentions of granting it...I would truly enjoy it!
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[ There's a moment of silence on Void Archives' end.
As they digest what More has to say, with him relating those feelings of a different kind, something so fiercely powerful in its wretched state, even Void Archives has enough sense to understand it. First, he nearly died, and then was forced to relive such despair?
They're reminded of something first and foremost:
The nightmares, the visions, the suffering for those behind all of that...and now, this. It infuriates them intensely, and for a moment, snaps something within them so hard that it feels like they can even feel it in their throat. Then, it inevitably spills outward... ]
...We'll have to destroy him. Of course, I had no doubt that it was what we would always do. It's only fair, since he is trying to kill us all so thoroughly.
Ahh, wouldn't it be wonderful? To invite such misery upon him as well...I believe it would be truly a sight.
[ Their hands clench tightly to fists; they don't know if they can even hold onto rage for long - negative emotions leave them easily and they are fleeting, like the ghost of a breath. But, right now? It feels infinite. ]
If we could figure out to make him suffer, to beg for mercy, with no intentions of granting it...I would truly enjoy it!