"I sent Vace on a chase, he won't disturb us." the figure lowly states his gaze locked onto the horizon.
They look up at him eyes finally leaving the specimen jar held delicately between a thumb and forefinger.
"You're disturbing me, she never would've wanted this. She was your twin you bastard" the venom clear in their voice.
Yet, all the fight seemed to leave them.
"It wasn't you though was it."
He nodded sadly.
"That was the turning point for me too, my sins were already piling but when it took her..." he fades off, he takes a folded faded photograph out. "We just weren't meant for this place, I know you had good intentions, but time and time again I saw it. Do you remember when you asked Congruence about what our parents had been before we left?"
They turn back tot he setting stars off in the distance, "It's not exactly a secret, where are you going with this?"
He chuckles grimly and seems to consider his words carefully.
"They were radicals certainly, but for all their intentions we still brought lots of it with us, we brought food, soil, technology, but they linger still - our prejudices, our preconceptions..."
He looks down and away to hide the tears that are forming.
"We are still terribly Human, we are the base creatures that destroyed Earth's biosphere, we ran for a reason and the only answer always seemed to be 'Let's try it again'."
They stare at the jar.
"Aren't we different? It's not like we weren't raised with those lessons inherently in mind. They just wanted to live too - our parents, our mentors. This was to be our compromise, I thought that when I found a little bit left of him, it wasn't even that far from here." They state with a sigh at the end.
Sol's vision unfocused even further, lost in memory.
"I don't think there's a chance anymore Dys, I'm too tired, too many of our friends gone, wandering or dead. You got what you wanted we'll slowly just fade away more likely than not, I'd almost rather we just got gunned down at this point. You know what the cost was the first time..." a voice fades away as if a spirit moves on.
The jar is placed in his hand, footsteps are heard for the ensuing minute or so.
He sighs.
"I'm sorry, love, it's for the best."
He throws the jar into the beyond.
@Nictis (Dysthymia - Purist
Godfather) and
@-Rosen (Olivaceous -
Purist Role Cop) have won.
Purist Victory.