071st metal . voice & zero spam . possible cw for self-harm
[ voice ]
[ Zane's voice is soft, and hoarse. ]
When will someone let me out.
[ action ]
[ He wakes up in Zero in agony. Too many kinds to sort out and identify: raging thirst, the world swimming in front of his eyes, the stabbing pain of every heartbeat, the full-body torture of the death toll, but it's all mixed, all together, and he's moving before he knows it. He grasps for metals, but he's empty, there's nothing, there's no feeling of Allomancy at all.
He falls to the cold ground and goes to the sink, drinking thirstily, and then, with no memory of what happened between, he finds himself at the bars. ] Charles. [ He's calling for help, the cry of an angry and hurt child, and he hits the bars and shakes them, and it's too long before he remembers that he doesn't have a warden anymore. He is a warden.
His mind feels torn to shreds. He wants to hurt things again. The voice grips him.
He curls up, shaking. ]
[ Zane's voice is soft, and hoarse. ]
When will someone let me out.
[ action ]
[ He wakes up in Zero in agony. Too many kinds to sort out and identify: raging thirst, the world swimming in front of his eyes, the stabbing pain of every heartbeat, the full-body torture of the death toll, but it's all mixed, all together, and he's moving before he knows it. He grasps for metals, but he's empty, there's nothing, there's no feeling of Allomancy at all.
He falls to the cold ground and goes to the sink, drinking thirstily, and then, with no memory of what happened between, he finds himself at the bars. ] Charles. [ He's calling for help, the cry of an angry and hurt child, and he hits the bars and shakes them, and it's too long before he remembers that he doesn't have a warden anymore. He is a warden.
His mind feels torn to shreds. He wants to hurt things again. The voice grips him.
He curls up, shaking. ]
Spam
Spam
[ He asks the question into the silence, eventually, after a long time. He's been up and down, moving, pacing, and if he sleeps there have been nightmares. ]
Spam
Sanity is a point of view. Many would say I was already insane. To answer your question in a proper way, no. I just lost my temper.
Spam
[ At least, he doesn't think so. ]
Spam
[ He spoke simply before waving a hand. He worried about people hearing the conversation.] I will not talk about her with you.
Spam
[ Thoughts can be wrong. Thoughts can break on each other and grind and hurt to think. ]
Re: Spam
I see we agree there.
Re: Spam
Spam
I must apologize, I misheard you a moment ago than. I thought we were agreeing it was a point of view. Please, go on with your thoughts than. Why do you disagree?
Re: Spam
And some things are wrong.
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