Sometimes I look up at the sky and wonder why? Why am I still here? Why am I fighting to try and protect a group of people who have clearly given up? Who want evil to win? I mean, I'm not perfect. I've given in to those urges in the past, but I'm trying to be better. I'm trying to make it right. I'm trying to prevent more bloodshed. But if the citizens don't want to fight, or ACTIVELY TRY TO CAUSE MORE DEATHS, what is the point?
The noise behind me indicated that he was here. The time had come. I was at least going to turn and face him.
"About time you showed up. I knew you'd be here for me. Hell the world knew. You basically broadcast it."
"I don't have much of a damn choice do I? Even after I told the world it was you, we're still standing here. We're still doing this. Whatever, I want it. I'm tired of trying to help a citizen base that only meets the attempts with apathy and malice. I'm done fighting. So get it over with. Make it quick."
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"Oh...well this isn't fun..."
"NEWSFLASH! IT AIN'T FUN! It isn't fun. It's supposed to be tough! It's supposed to be a fucking ordeal! I know how it is! I've been in your shoes before! You're not going to get any more joy out of torturing a body that's already lost it's spirit, lost it's hope. This interminable march into the abyss is torture enough. So just end it! End it already!"
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"No. Now I don't want to."
"For fucks sakes give me the damn gun then, I'll do it myself!"
"I SAID GIVE IT! GIVE IT NOW OR I SWEAR I'LL"-BANG