It's a very very mad world...

[endlesscurse]

[There's a newcomer to this world today. He's mighty confused by the sudden shift; there's definitely no city on the mountain. He'll just kind of stand in the middle of a street with what is blatantly wide-eyed confusion on his face. That is, before it starts turning into panic.

For those sensitive to it, however, there's a definite aura around Red. It's twisted and warped and outright wrong and the closer you get to him the worse the feeling gets. It might be somewhat similar to an Old One - but at the same time there's something decidedly different. Nothing about Ghost is remotely "right", after all.]

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[endlesscurse]

...Can't. [That's probably the calmest he's sounded this whole time. If there's one thing he knows for certain, it's that he isn't strong. He's weak, and he always will be. He might have been strong once, but Ghost has broken his spirit, possibly beyond repair.

But he nods, because he does understand. He might be able to do something now. Maybe he can repent.

Maybe he'll finally be allowed to die.

It's been too long, and he can barely tell the difference between himself and Ghost anymore. He hates himself. He's sick of being Ghost's puppet. There's a different kind of willpower to him now, the kind anyone planning suicide has. The strength of will to go through with it.]

[reliquit]

[And he gets swatted with bread again.] Not that, you'll just let him loose again. Is that really what you want now?

[endlesscurse]

...Don't want to live. Don't deserve to live.

[But since when has what Red wants ever mattered?]