Ryou Bakura.
¡Viva la Resistencia!
HOWGOODIT IS
TO BEALIVETONIGHT.
'We're a diseased species,' I said. My voice was an octave lower than usual, and raw-sounding. Emotion and screaming had strained it, and being the man I am, I can't shut up for a minute. 'A flawed, diseased species. There's so much wrong with us as a collective whole - our warfare, our engineered viruses, our economical downfall - that there will be no saving us in the end. Nothing. We're on the point of breaking. A destruction so sadistic, so ruthless, that even the most bastardizing and pessimistic of us all won't see it coming. I know we're running out of time. You don't need to tell me twice. Yeah, I don't want to just about as much as you do, but tell me: what can we really do?' I picked up a hand with an I.V administered to it, studied the needle slipped into a raised vein, and then turned my exhaustion-suken eyes to the man sat beside me.
Allan said nothing, simply stared at me. His own eyes were now heavy-looking, sort of hollowed out. He knew there was nothing to say, nothing left to change.
We both knew.
Sheldon's mediocre-happy ending: 30/03/09
TO BEALIVETONIGHT.
'We're a diseased species,' I said. My voice was an octave lower than usual, and raw-sounding. Emotion and screaming had strained it, and being the man I am, I can't shut up for a minute. 'A flawed, diseased species. There's so much wrong with us as a collective whole - our warfare, our engineered viruses, our economical downfall - that there will be no saving us in the end. Nothing. We're on the point of breaking. A destruction so sadistic, so ruthless, that even the most bastardizing and pessimistic of us all won't see it coming. I know we're running out of time. You don't need to tell me twice. Yeah, I don't want to just about as much as you do, but tell me: what can we really do?' I picked up a hand with an I.V administered to it, studied the needle slipped into a raised vein, and then turned my exhaustion-suken eyes to the man sat beside me.
Allan said nothing, simply stared at me. His own eyes were now heavy-looking, sort of hollowed out. He knew there was nothing to say, nothing left to change.
We both knew.
Sheldon's mediocre-happy ending: 30/03/09