The eyes, glistening, dark, feverish; widened; zeal mixed with fear.
– fuckerfuckerfuckerdiediediedimustdie –
"He needs to die!"
Trash that got in the way.
Those eyes, widened, the bloodlust mixed with fear, in the arena, the smell of blood, no mercy, just the kill, the thrill of it, the drugs in her stream, high for the thrill of the kill, to overcome fear.
– killkillkillsmashblastkillkillerasecease –
"Jack."
The pasty face, the freckles; no, not freckles, scars, burns; unclean, marked…no escape, no escape from this, ever, not for anyone, still holed down here.
– nononononogoneerasednono –
"Jack. You do not need to..."
– mustgomustgetawaymusterasenononokillkillblasterasemakegoaway –
What it accomplishes.
– go away, make it go away, makeitgoaway –
"Jack."
– kill him, kill the bastard, he would bring it back, make it happen again, kill him, killkillkillblasthisbrainblastthewholeplaceblasterase –
Be like them.
"He is caught down here, not you. You can let go."
The water from the sky, blinding her, running down her face, the vegetation catching at her feet; she stumbles on into a free space.
– got away, I got away, away –
"Jack."
He never did. I did.
Aresh. His name is Aresh.
I never knew the names of those I killed in the arena.
"Get out of here," she says in a tight voice, to the wreck of a man on the floor before her. Her face is covered in sweat even despite the hardsuit's cooling system. "And you get moving, Shepard, what are you waiting for? We have work to do here."
Not waiting for his reply, she heads through the familiar area to the place that used to be her only world and from which she has escaped for good.
A/N: Thanks to Suilven and Letticiae for the feedback.