zetsu-bones:
@komacda liked for a short starter
“…I expected my experiments to fuck you guys up. You though, you’re like…on a whole different level. It’s kind of gross to be honest.” If she had to be honest, she could of broken him and his class in a more creative way then brainwashing. It had been more of a ‘Huh, I wonder if I could do it.’ and a ‘I hate most of these fuckers anyway, so why waste my time.’ tactic. “So, Servant now was it? What the hell do you want?”
“I’m gross…?” He asks. His smile never falters. If anything, his tone full of curiosity hardly matches it. He’s likely different because of HOPE being his only coping mechanism from before. Also the clear mental instability he had before. Still, the brainwashing is far from complete on him.
“What do I want?” He repeats the question back at her. His head hurts and there is a devouring numbness inside of his chest. What DOES he want? He wants release. Freedom from this emptiness. But despair… Isn’t the remedy he wants, he tells himself.
“Oh, never mind that.” He says. “If I’m gross, what does that make you? You’re the most disgusting person I’ve ever met.”
She narrowed her eyes, her hand reached over and grabbed the chain around his neck and pulled it tightly, pulling him right up into her face. “Servants should really learn not to talk back to their masters you know? It’s not an attractive quality.” She let go of the chain, still looking at him with disgust. She shrugged. “I’m disgusting huh? Well, the world will eventually decide that. If I am it’s savior or it’s devil. History is written by the victor or so they say! How will history remember you. That’s the real question. It will probably remember you as a traitor to your ideals. A gross person who twisted the meaning of Hope. A hope that fell to despair.”
