You can hear a man sobbing, and you just want to make it okay. But you don't even consider that you're the problem and will only make it worse before another is saying your name with such venom in his voice, and you feel bullets in your body. Physical pain is meaningless, but realising what you've done and how badly you've hurt all your dearest friends is absolutely terrifying. You've never hated yourself so much, and you never want to be around another person again.
Why would you think you can help anyone you love when you've never managed it before? Of course you only harm them, that's all you're good at. After all, you're a demon and unsocialised, just a cruel, selfish fool, you don't even know how to be good to another person. This is what you get for trying to fight your nature.
Emotional stuff sure is rough, huh, Lahabrea. Is it weird when it's about you?
Suddenly, you have the sensation of being stabbed by multiple blades. Again and again and again, it doesn't stop, usually in your torso but sometimes one strays to an arm or thigh. You want to scream for help but nothing comes out. It hurts so much - but not nearly so much as the searing pain in your heart and mind that tells you: you're too weak to protect your family, look how you can't even protect yourself. You want to save them, but you're the one who needs to be saved. And that's why no one is coming. Why would anyone ever help you? Why would anyone ever love you? So useless, so pathetic. If no one is going to save you, then don't bother wasting your breath calling for help. Just do it on your own, everything on your own.
You gain +1 Perseverance.
Naturally the next one goes with it.
You're not sure where you are, or quite how you got there, you must have passed out. But you're afraid, and cold, and sore, and very, very alone. Tears start to well up in your eyes and you croak a single word through them, "Mom--" but you remember that's stupid. You can't think about that life anymore, they're dead, but you're alive, and there's no one to rely on but yourself.
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Why would you think you can help anyone you love when you've never managed it before? Of course you only harm them, that's all you're good at. After all, you're a demon and unsocialised, just a cruel, selfish fool, you don't even know how to be good to another person. This is what you get for trying to fight your nature.
Emotional stuff sure is rough, huh, Lahabrea. Is it weird when it's about you?
Suddenly, you have the sensation of being stabbed by multiple blades. Again and again and again, it doesn't stop, usually in your torso but sometimes one strays to an arm or thigh. You want to scream for help but nothing comes out. It hurts so much - but not nearly so much as the searing pain in your heart and mind that tells you: you're too weak to protect your family, look how you can't even protect yourself. You want to save them, but you're the one who needs to be saved. And that's why no one is coming. Why would anyone ever help you? Why would anyone ever love you? So useless, so pathetic. If no one is going to save you, then don't bother wasting your breath calling for help. Just do it on your own, everything on your own.
You gain +1 Perseverance.
Naturally the next one goes with it.
You're not sure where you are, or quite how you got there, you must have passed out. But you're afraid, and cold, and sore, and very, very alone. Tears start to well up in your eyes and you croak a single word through them, "Mom--" but you remember that's stupid. You can't think about that life anymore, they're dead, but you're alive, and there's no one to rely on but yourself.
You gain +1 Perseverance. There's still more...