[From there it's a daunting task, summarizing the worst of his struggles: how the light, what should be that much weaker than the dark, still tears at him with every open opportunity, how he's incapable of locking out the echoes of the world around him, how much the symbiote fights his hold— a cycle of frustration and anger born from nothing more than what he endures. Ren asks for no pity, no comfort, everything is stated as a bitter fact and left exposed.
When it's done he sits opposite the General, perched wearily at the edge of a low alcove, fingers knitted.]
I need orders, General.
[Ones that aren't 'hold hands with your brood' or 'make nice with the hosts that despise you'.]
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Date: 2016-05-30 10:21 am (UTC)When it's done he sits opposite the General, perched wearily at the edge of a low alcove, fingers knitted.]
I need orders, General.
[Ones that aren't 'hold hands with your brood' or 'make nice with the hosts that despise you'.]