I thought I'd found something big and strong that would care for me. Like the Emperor was meant to be. But it's just me. It's all just more of me. I hate it. I hate me. Other people can walk away from me and ignore me, but I can't. My mind is always switched on and doing things I hate and I can't— it won't ever stop until I die.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Then you'll just be sad when I'm gone. That's all that will change.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
-Squeezes his hand tighter-
Morgo would have liked you. She'd have beaten you up.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Yes. Yes, she said on Necromunda, that was how people said hello. She never hit me, though. She said it would be...
-Trying to remember the right words-
Culturally insensitive.
edited 14th Mar '16 3:01:45 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

...
-She squeezes his hand with her fake one-
Everything feels wrong. You told me my home in Edge was gone, forever. And then you were gone for a long, long time, and everyone said it would be forever. I was... angry. It was unfair. Things were supposed to get better after you saved me, not worse. But they were getting bad again, and I couldn't do anything to fix it. People were sad you were gone, but they still had places they could go home to. They still had families, and somewhere warm where they could lock the doors and get under the blankets and—
So I tried to make this place like the one in Edge. Except it wasn't. It was just a place where everyone from all over gathered and talked and yelled and fought. And the daemons kept telling me to give up. But I kept trying. And one day, I felt something in the walls. I was scared. It knew I was there. I tried to smash the walls with a hammer. Tried to destroy it. But the others stopped me. And then... then the hammer made me want to keep hurting. So I got rid of it. I thought it was Chaos, but... maybe thinking it was Chaos was what made it Chaos. Maybe I'm not the kind of person who should be trusted when it comes to knowing what's real or not.
So then I decided I would listen to it. The more I listened, the more I heard. And it made me feel safe. Like... like when you were tiny enough to sleep beside your parents. Staying between them was the safest place in the universe, and it didn't matter how dark it was, because you could feel them breathing and you knew it would be okay. The more it shielded me, the better things felt. The daemons went away.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?