Kill before you are killed.
I t ’ s t h e s u r v i v a l o f t h e f i t t e s t.
Please protect me,「Levi」.
▒▒ The future has changed! ▒▒
► salvaesion started following you [!]
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— {♟} Yukiteru typically regarded war as pointless.
To a bystander, most things were to be considered such. Motivation, inspiration, imagination... In the end, were humans not just a compilation of cells and atoms, selfishly scraping up all the joy they could find? Amano Yukiteru, stupid child, was nearing the point where almost all was useless.
He hated his life, though he understood possibilities of worse still existed elsewhere. He cursed his existence, though he always trembled before the watchful eyes of Death. There was so much complication, so much confusion... So he decided to assume the role of the bystander. One who watches, but does not act. One who sees the world for what it is, but does not take anything personally, does not feel, does not over-think the crooked strategies Fate chooses on its journey.
He still felt, that was impossible not to change. Pity for himself, pity for the world, pity for all things pointless. Which sadly included war.
The soldiers had assumed their usual march home, large swarms of fellow bystanders watching, the occasion "ooh-ing" and "ahh-ing" at their bravery, assisted by some cynical comments from those safe from battle. Yukiteru never quite bothered figuring out how the soldiers worked. They fought, but what for? Were they not happy with the way the world currently worked? There was room for improvement, of course, but then what? Would they keep striving for the impossible?
It's so much easier to just i g n o r e it all.
"Huh?" His phone buzzed in his pocket, change in the future had occurred yet again. Would it be considered rude to check for messages as the soldiers were making their march? Most likely. Temptation was beaten by conformity yet again. A tragic tale. Eyes of pity were forced to flicker back onto the soldiers, their steady march and varying faces. What a range of emotion each one expressed.
Eyes stopped on one soldier who seemed slightly out of place. The outlier, perhaps? All groups had one, even if they insisted such was impossible. There would always live that one cursed soul who could never fit into the norm... But this time, it was not necessarily a bad thing. His eyes were what stopped Yukiteru. Such cold eyes, such lifeless pupils... Surely there was life, but why must they be in such a condition?
Because of the pointless war.
Another slip-up -- slip-ups were to be considered normal at this point; they occurred far too often to deny it. Rather than thinking the words in his head, it appeared that his mouth had spoken without his consent. Could he hear it? The outlier soldier?
Eyes remained fixed on him. What would he do?
