Been forever since I posted here uhhhhhh
Something about Sev and Scorch after the war. I don’t even know what style of writing this is im just making shit up
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You stand there, staring at him. He stares at you. You stand in the hallways of something close to what you knew but too sterile too white and too dark all the same.
You stare at him and he stares back and you think you can see a glimmer of what he used to be, in his eyes, behind his visor, but it’s hidden and smothered by everything that he was told to be when you were younger but didn’t end up being because you had each other.
You stand and he stares and you don’t know what to do. You don’t want to hurt him but he had hurt everyone else. You stand there and you stare at the man who was your brother but now you’re not exactly sure if he is.
Because he looks past you and sees the people you led here and rallied with. And he stares back at you and he looks betrayed. And you think thats a little funny because you haven’t changed at all. He did.
You stare at that man in grey-yellow-white armour and see the man that was your brother slip away like sand through your fingers. You would mourn him now if you hadn’t already mourned him years ago.
You stare at a suit of armour and you peer down a scope. It is mercy. Or you tell yourself that.
You think you understand, why people say someone can die twice.
