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he who prepares to pull the trigger
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He'd probably crossed the road of no return. It was too late to regret now.
No…it wasn't regret he felt, but something else. Something that struggled to find a name. Something…
And the circle of doubt seems even bigger. What he knew. What he didn't. What he thought. What he'd been wrong about. Whether he'd even been wrong.
He thought he'd cast those doubts aside. He thought he'd given up that weak part of him.
That was laughable, really. He was still weak. He would always be weak. Because he was human. Because of his blood.
He had to overcome.
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He would gain more power. The Geass he already had but that was a lonely power, and in the end he was only one man to use it. He'd seen it earlier: he needed more pieces than the king. He'd taken Kallen and her resistance.
Now, he set his sights on more. More knights. More pawns. More strength.
And less doubts.
He'd shed more blood. He had to. To gain what he desired. To make sure the blood already spilt wouldn't go to waste.
To make sure everything that had been sacrificed, and would be sacrificed, wouldn't be a waste.
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He was a fool. Still powerless. Weak. And that was without knowing exactly what sort of danger he'd been in.
He'd been lying there, unconscious, for anyone to see and unmask.
And someone had done that. Spilt blood. Taken his gun. Left his photo.
He could hear Shirley's voice echoing…