[ His face falls. His stomach drops. His sanity plummets. His heart sinks. He can hear Destruction laughing at him. How funny, indeed.
"I don't have to do anything. See? Overseers just cause misery on their own. They spiral and spiral until they're backed into a corner. To say that I'm a major cause of their depression is overestimating me quite greatly, you know? I'm not even honored by that notion. They're just self-perpetuating misery machines."
He can choose to consume. He can always choose to consume. Hien is currently at war with himself as he collapses onto the ground on his legs, useless and pathetic. It can always get worse. There is no rock bottom. It can go beyond Hell. The point of no-return? Laughable. He can always return. It could take eons, but he can still return if he chooses to. And he will always choose to.
But right now? It's heavily debatable.
He wants to leave this nightmare. He wants to, but he can't. Teleportation? Locked. Hiding behind a different self? Locked. Weapons? Locked. Cloak void access? Locked.
He bites down on his tongue. For someone who's used to biting and tearing external things, internal things are a piece of cake, except there is bile that rises from the throat from the severe emotional distress, interrupting the bite. Blood continues to leak from his mouth with a half-torn tongue. He can't even drown himself in his own blood properly. ]
cw suicide attempt, emeto
"I don't have to do anything. See? Overseers just cause misery on their own. They spiral and spiral until they're backed into a corner. To say that I'm a major cause of their depression is overestimating me quite greatly, you know? I'm not even honored by that notion. They're just self-perpetuating misery machines."
He can choose to consume. He can always choose to consume. Hien is currently at war with himself as he collapses onto the ground on his legs, useless and pathetic. It can always get worse. There is no rock bottom. It can go beyond Hell. The point of no-return? Laughable. He can always return. It could take eons, but he can still return if he chooses to. And he will always choose to.
But right now? It's heavily debatable.
He wants to leave this nightmare. He wants to, but he can't. Teleportation? Locked. Hiding behind a different self? Locked. Weapons? Locked. Cloak void access? Locked.
Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked. Locked.
He can only become a monster.
He bites down on his tongue. For someone who's used to biting and tearing external things, internal things are a piece of cake, except there is bile that rises from the throat from the severe emotional distress, interrupting the bite. Blood continues to leak from his mouth with a half-torn tongue. He can't even drown himself in his own blood properly. ]