thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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[. . . . . well then. it takes him less time to recover from that but he just frowns]

Are they all the same?

No.

[do I have to go through it all before something stands out.

he... steels himself and touches a rat uniform]

[Suddenly you feel constricted, thorns digging into your body. Red vines that are painfully ripping your life out of you, bleeding you out, tearing your flesh, until finally...you die.]

[Tick.]

[Heroic]

[Tock.]

[Just]

[BONG]

[You feel your body break down again, as it did for godtier, pulling, pulling everything back, until you snap back, whole, in the air. Completely fine.]

[Doom raises an eyebrow.]

[okay he's done with the teams. he's figured as much]

The ones not uniforms... are they different?

[Shrugs.] Different peeps.

If this is a room represented as Doom... do you believe you could not do anything about these things? To help?

Hmmmm, yes and no.

[THINKING BACK ON WHAT NIX SAID and also that Riddle]

This... is a reality as well, to you. It is a part of you as much as any other feeling.

...

[She sits up.]

Red blood.

... red...

[well okay. he goes to crouch by some of the red blood, and breathes out before reaching out to touch it with his fingertips]

[You touched the red blood and suddenly there is knowledge in your head. You’re the last. You were always the last. The last of the human race dead centuries before, the last of your Neighborhood that burned down, the last of your universe, twice over, once from the Red Miles, another from the Reapers.]

[The last of your friends, of your family, with no more cheats, saves, tricks, or alternatives.]

[Forever the last one standing, little rogue Roxy.]

[Growing up on islands of graves and seas of blood.]

[Fifth time's the charm for you to really be the last of your whole reality. Fifth time to make it stick with no one left to save.]

[Finally, Roxy changes and you see it. The small wounds through her chest, and the bigger one just below her heart. The burns, blue lips and finger tips. The marks of vines around her body, and the pieces of her that just seem...missing.]

[Her eyes no longer yellow, but an eerie, blank white.]

[this isn't any less bad than everything else he's felt so far, but at least he... understands it, if only a little bit]

You... had to go through that, so many times. That feeling, it is like you feel dead. Because you are the only one left... with none of the important things or people there anymore.

That is also true.

I have not known a lot about you but... I am grateful that I have been allowed to see this. Despite... all of this, you are still you, though.

Despite this? [Raises an eyebrow.]

No, that was not worded right. I mean... going through all of that, it is a part of you too. And it is also something that makes you who you are.

So.

All of this is part of who makes me, me?

Going through it, yes but... not the things themselves.

I have had... bad things happen as well, and it has been difficult to stay myself, or rather, I could not show myself. But I still had it with me, and without it I do not know what kind of person I would be. There are things I wish had not come to pass but as I am right now, I do not regret it happening.

...

[She gestures for him to approach the throne.]

[does so, quietly]

[Standing up before she leans forward to kiss his forehead with cold lips.]

[You hate it.]

[It's not as if you don't understand. You know to Jane, it makes no sense, the things you tell her. She's centuries in the past, of course she wouldn't believe you when you tell her how you grew up.]

[About what you've lost.]

[Because to her, it hasn't happened.]

[But it hurts. It still hurts as she denies such basic facts of your life.]

[How she treats it like it doesn't exist.]

[And it feels like you don't exist]

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