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Fuck FFnet and not being able to post links.
I actually wanted to leave this as a sort of sequel to "reap into the abyss" but that would have been painful as fuck in (and out) of context (and I may actually have other ideas for that piece of crap) so here you go, an unrelated to anything piece of crap like the other piece pf crap im a piece of crap ha ha please cry with me on tumblr i love these sad dads
ECHO – by CrusherP and CircusP. Sung by GUMI v3 (English)
The clock stopped ticking forever ago.
How long have I been up?
I don't know.
I can't get a grip, but I can't let go
There wasn't anything to hold on to though.
…
There's an endless sky above your head and grave with his name under your feet and you can't, you won't, reach either of them because you are neither alive nor dead.
You are not yourself.
You are nothing. And everything.
You are a memory of a better time and all regrets he could ever have.
You shoot yourself. Half of your head is gone and yet you still don't die no matter how much you try and you have tried and tried and tried.
"Stop", he says, looking at from the other side of your cage. You can see his pain under (his? yours?) the mask. Even after all this time, after everything, he doesn't want you to hurt yourself.
Or maybe he wants to be the one hurting you. Wouldn't be anything new.
Or maybe the regeneration process is that disgusting.
You don't care.
You shoot again and your leg is gone.
No one can take your weapons from you, they are part of yourself because you are the weapon.
"Reyes", he calls you. That's not your name anymore so you say nothing. You haven't said nothing in days weeks months years.
The silence was what killed whatever you had with him. The silence that fed your hate and keeps feeding it even now.
He takes off his mask. You realize your is not on your face. He is crying. You wish you could too.
"Gabriel", he tries again. You blink. He keeps going. "Everybody's dead".
You know that. It is partly your fault and partly the machines' fault. They've risen again. Stronger and smarter and you (he, you, he, you, and everyone) had been divided. Denied. Alone.
"It's only you and me now, Gabriel", he says. But it's always been that way, you want to add.
So you do.
He smiles. He cries. He gives up.
You know he was told to never open your door, to let you rot again. And yet he gets up and does it anyways, walking in.
It's been years since you saw his face this close. You are crying because he is still the sun you can't touch. Death gave you no wings, no hope.
And yet.
He reaches for your hand, you let him, and places it over his beating heart.
"Take it", he says once. Twice. Thrice.
You get closer and kiss him.
But you don't take his soul.
Embracing him with all your might, you take him all.
And so you both, as it always had been and would always be from now on, take back the world as one.
…
The trembling fear is more than I can take,
When I'm up against
The echo in the mirror.
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