"...I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out..."
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"Can you? Can you wipe out that much red?"
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"...Your ledger is dripping, it's GUSHING red,"
~Converstion between Black Widow and Loki Laufeyson
"Where am I?" I gritted blinking away the black static from my sight, the words came out in a hoarse whisper.
"Where the Hell am I" I snarled my voice still sounding weak and pathetic to my own ears.
Then immediately my instincts kicked in - I'm not alone I could feel something coming for me No! Someone coming for me. Death- I thought no not that It was more of a lower being like a Non-force sensitive, a stormtrooper or battle droid but, this was different it didn't seem alive. Now after my deep thinking my eyes had adjusted to the low lighting I noticed the humanoid forms the mangled and dismembered corpses.
"No" I breathed realizing that most of the rotting forms where of people I had killed.
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...In the end you never can wash the blood from your hands...
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A voice cooed venomously is the back of my mind.