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Sanctum is mine
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Post by Josephine Lightbourne on Jun 26, 2020 12:11:07 GMT
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Sanctum | Children of Gabriel
"Death is Life."
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Post by Gabriel Santiago on Jun 28, 2020 23:01:25 GMT
I can't sacrifice THE FEW TO SAVE THE MANY Random Number Generator Selected . . .
2. My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down. Gabriel couldn't do this anymore. The first little while it had seemed to be ok, if it meant Josephine would live. If it meant easing the guilt from Russell's conscience. But now, it was going to far. It was going on too far. The others at Sanctum saw them as some sort of divinity. Gabriel couldn't play along. Not any more. There had been too many resurrections. Too many lives sacrificed. Too high a cost. It had to end somewhere, surely and yet . . . here he was. Having witnessed the death of one so that another could live. Josie was the only thing that brought some solace but even that was starting to dwindle the more consumed with the notion of immorality others developed.
He was becoming more vocal in his disagreements about carrying this on, yet the others did not seem to hold any opposition to what they were doing. So it left Gabriel gazing into the mirror, a reminder of one body dying so that another could live. He could only stare at it with self loathing, knowing that he was the reason they had been able to do all this to begin with. It had been done to bring back one person and now . . . it was bringing back their entire colony. His hand trembled with emotion as he could not longer take it. He clenched his hand into a fist and without thinking, punched the mirror, causing it to shatter while throwing what was left of the frame across the room.
His shoulders shook as he fell to his knees, unable to control the tears on his face. He had done this. He had killed other people. He had helped this, idea of one life holding more value than another. When did it end? Would it ever end? He opening of the door did not prompt him to look up. He could feel who it was. How many years now had they been together; far longer than what was natural. "When will it end," he both asked and stated, a tone of resentment, but more so towards himself for he only had himself to blame for this. All of this.
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