Was there ever any choice?
The tiny, in comparison to huge white mass, black fox watched as his distant kin howled, unable to truly hear the words anymore. Because did they truly matter?
Was there ever any choice?
They were spellbound to fate, one their blood kin, their...parents had held off for...forever. Yet here they stood, in a blood-filled chamber, glowing with power...and... with death. The fox didn't dare look toward the familiar but unmoving body. It...she was just another promise that couldn't be kept...another mark against his soul.
Was there ever any choice?
.
.
.
No.
.
There never was.
White and Black…
Harmony and Discord…
Chaos and Peace...
If he so wants an end...well...why not give him the end he so desires?
It's your choice…
...Is it really?
