That feeling is going to get worse, the longer these swaps happen. It's been gradually escalating. What was causing it? Part of him wanted to go find out in person, the rest of him was pretty sure he didn't want to get caught in it directly.
He runs his tongue over his teeth, as if by doing so he could banish the rest of that feeling. It doesn't help. "I know what happened. I blew it up. Didn't mean to, not really." He did do it, and he had accepted that. Part of him pulled the trigger, part of him was the trigger. "Didn't really have a lot of control over what I could do, then. Didn't understand what could go wrong."
Not all of him did it. Just two fifths of him. His tone is distant, detached, almost like he's retelling something he read out of a book and not something he'd experienced firsthand. It's not things he should be telling a child, things Vashes would almost CERTAINLY never breathe a word of so casually. "It was one of the biggest at the time, only December, the second city to be founded, was bigger. Some ... two hundred thousand people or so died. Not in the initial blast, but with the city ruined around them, well. Humans don't last long without food, water or shelter." The distant tone increases, matching his blank expression. A tiny line of bladelike feathers forms along one arm, sharp and small, as his fingers unconsciously clench to tight white-knuckled grips. "It's kind of nice, seeing it intact, people getting out. I had many good friends there, I think. I hope some of the people fleeing are them, somehow."
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He runs his tongue over his teeth, as if by doing so he could banish the rest of that feeling. It doesn't help. "I know what happened. I blew it up. Didn't mean to, not really." He did do it, and he had accepted that. Part of him pulled the trigger, part of him was the trigger. "Didn't really have a lot of control over what I could do, then. Didn't understand what could go wrong."
Not all of him did it. Just two fifths of him. His tone is distant, detached, almost like he's retelling something he read out of a book and not something he'd experienced firsthand. It's not things he should be telling a child, things Vashes would almost CERTAINLY never breathe a word of so casually. "It was one of the biggest at the time, only December, the second city to be founded, was bigger. Some ... two hundred thousand people or so died. Not in the initial blast, but with the city ruined around them, well. Humans don't last long without food, water or shelter." The distant tone increases, matching his blank expression. A tiny line of bladelike feathers forms along one arm, sharp and small, as his fingers unconsciously clench to tight white-knuckled grips. "It's kind of nice, seeing it intact, people getting out. I had many good friends there, I think. I hope some of the people fleeing are them, somehow."