Glass
We're being watched. I know we are. How we got here? How this is happening to us? It's like we're a show, on display on a screen, for some audience. To them we were just imagined, to them we are just characters. But maybe somehow, we can get across to them, and get their help, if anything we can get from them at all. We need so many things, at this point, we just need some air to breathe. But maybe someday, we can find a way to break through, like punching through some glass, it will set us free.
Absolution –Karkat
These sweeps have done a number, on everyone, not just me. And I just feel like our journey isn't going to end. We have been challenged, to a point where it seems like there is no end in sight, who decided this was our fate?! Who decided we would watch our friends die?! What kind of sick joke is this?! I could give up, but I want to belive, that there is an end. I want to believe that it is better than this life we are living. I want to believe that there will be some form of absolution.
Superman- Doomed Dave
They expect so much from me, but the reality is, I can't do all that. Above and beyond, that's the least they expect from me. But I can't. Mentally, physically. Who can say what will become of this life, granted, of this timeline. "Usually", I am "cool" under it all, but I'm not, this time, more than ever. And usually, I hare my brother to fall back on, but he's gone, and I'm breaking down. My brother was a hero, my hero, and me, I can't handle this, I'm not superman, I'm not a hero.
Speak-John
Rose! She's here! Her outfit is dark, and her skin, almost matches. I try to look her in the eye, but I can't. Her expression waivers, along with her tone. Not to mention the way she speaks, it sounds like gibberish, I guess she's gone grimdark. But we're moving, walking through these towers, up these stairwells, and we finally reach a door, we'll go back out to skia. The sky is bright as we walk out, only to look down, and I can't look back up. Bloodied and helpless, but not just him, Rose's Mother too… I can't find a way to speak.
Lucky-Dave
Luck, that's what we'll call it, how we got this far. Not wit, not skill, not balls, we got here on luck, alone. We're all still breathing, so we're lucky. We've watched people die, so we're lucky. We're all about to die at the same hands that killed our family, so we're lucky. No, I was lucky when I didn't die the first sword fight I had with my bro. Jade was lucky she knew enough to be raised by a dog after her grandfather passed. John was lucky to have a family in a nice home. Rose was lucky she even got a long with her mother. Sure, lucky, that's what we'll call it.
Lose
It's almost like in all the other video games, when you die, you didn't make it. A black screen comes up; it says "Game Over." Your timeline is done, turns out, you were doomed from the start. It's a black abyss it seems. But you're still breathing? You touch your hand to your face, it's still there too. Your feet still work as well and you tap them to the ground. You shake your head, checking that everything is still intact, and you see the light of a door frame, to a bright room, and it seems, this loss, has brought you a new life.
Bodies-Jadesprite
All over skia, bodies, as far as one could see, over light and over shade, at one point these bodies held life. They held banners, and spirit beings dressed in gold and purple, banners in purple and gold. Now, their lives are but a memory, played back to their dying hymns, they marched on. But with one strike, like glass to a bat, their shape changed, shattered the life out of them. Maybe they knew they wouldn't live out this life. But maybe they knew, they'd die in their own blood. And maybe they knew just what they were fighting for.