[This was frustrating. So much so that a pained little noise escapes him, and Neji once again damns his own being. For fuck's sake, though-- were the spirits different from the things his own group had encountered? A different population of
who cared, though? It killed the living; it makes Neji snap his head up and look off in the direction Lee's room was-- so add this to the ever-growing list of things to never breathe a word about. Yuri might have already said it. That made no difference in his duty to shut his trap about it.
He lets the message sit a few minutes. Stupid text function. This was easier with words spoken face to face, then you knew when to charge forward or pull the reins.
No.
No of course the captors didn't want the prisoners free, not even after death.
That was how it worked, right? Power was power, and who would ever give it up?]
There were 5 total in my group. We woke in a dungeon and there were levels below and above us. We were driven into a hall by creatures that resembled bats and we had no way to return to where we started.
[Possibly the only thing that was not his fault-- and still a lie. He could have made a hole in the rubble that'd caved in on them. He was sure.]
The hall led downward and we found a room that housed rows of caskets. We were freezing.
[Literally freezing. It sounded stupid. It was all... so, so stupid.]
With nothing else to do but die we decided to open one with someone suggesting they might learn about the colony's history. There was nothing we could see and what must have been a spirit.
It killed me and I assume the others as well. [Look, he doesn't know for sure. Doesn't know their names. But he's pretty sure he screwed them over because he'd heard the damned thing scream.]
Why should death mean something more to them than to us?
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who cared, though? It killed the living; it makes Neji snap his head up and look off in the direction Lee's room was-- so add this to the ever-growing list of things to never breathe a word about. Yuri might have already said it. That made no difference in his duty to shut his trap about it.
He lets the message sit a few minutes. Stupid text function. This was easier with words spoken face to face, then you knew when to charge forward or pull the reins.
No.
No of course the captors didn't want the prisoners free, not even after death.
That was how it worked, right? Power was power, and who would ever give it up?]
There were 5 total in my group. We woke in a dungeon and there were levels below and above us. We were driven into a hall by creatures that resembled bats and we had no way to return to where we started.
[Possibly the only thing that was not his fault-- and still a lie. He could have made a hole in the rubble that'd caved in on them. He was sure.]
The hall led downward and we found a room that housed rows of caskets. We were freezing.
[Literally freezing. It sounded stupid. It was all... so, so stupid.]
With nothing else to do but die we decided to open one with someone suggesting they might learn about the colony's history. There was nothing we could see and what must have been a spirit.
It killed me and I assume the others as well. [Look, he doesn't know for sure. Doesn't know their names. But he's pretty sure he screwed them over because he'd heard the damned thing scream.]
Why should death mean something more to them than to us?