”Fuck it all, Fuck it all. Don’t give a shit anymore!”
”Fuck it all, Fuck it all! Flip the table, screw you all!”
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”Fuck it all, Fuck it all. Don’t give a shit anymore!”
”Fuck it all, Fuck it all! Flip the table, screw you all!”
Foolish || Open
Foolish. that's what he had been. Too many had surrounded him. Too many to fight and come out uninjured. The once graceful assassin stumbled as he walked, hand pressed against the wound on his side to keep it from bleeding out -- or at least trying to. A trail of blood denoted where he walked. Losing too much. Losing too much blood. He needed help. A corridor had been his first thought, but he couldn't get it open, couldn't focus enough. He needed help. But there was no one.
"-Sorry I've been away so long. Tiring times."