[A second and third time that Ax reaches into his head- the sound haunting and unreasonably convicted- he knows what is going to happen the second he's out of earshot. He tries to cope with the reality of it, but is left to a bitter resignation of his inability to do anything, even this last task to stop the pain and suffering that he couldn't revitalize.
And so he listens, heavy heartedly. He looks down at the soldier one last time and hightails it, running, far away. He wants to hate Ax for doing this, he wants to yell at him and rip him a new one, but a part of him doesn't have it in him to stick around to do that. With so low mana reserves, so little willpower left in him to argue about it, and the creeping knowledge that he's right... there's nothing else to do.
When he gets to wherever it is he's heading toward, he crouches and sits up against a mud wall, looking up at the sky for an answer that won't ever be provided to him. He listens, although he shouldn't, for the sound of a gunshot in the distance, and closes his eyes.
And he thinks about how much hate he has in his heart for anyone that would suggest war as a means to an end.]
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And so he listens, heavy heartedly. He looks down at the soldier one last time and hightails it, running, far away. He wants to hate Ax for doing this, he wants to yell at him and rip him a new one, but a part of him doesn't have it in him to stick around to do that. With so low mana reserves, so little willpower left in him to argue about it, and the creeping knowledge that he's right... there's nothing else to do.
When he gets to wherever it is he's heading toward, he crouches and sits up against a mud wall, looking up at the sky for an answer that won't ever be provided to him. He listens, although he shouldn't, for the sound of a gunshot in the distance, and closes his eyes.
And he thinks about how much hate he has in his heart for anyone that would suggest war as a means to an end.]