the influence, the cursed hat he was blessed with whispers endlessly,
and the worst part ?
the remnant of a lost soul belives it.
time is thinning. he will strike soon. )
( sentimental. azure has always been sentimental. it’s almost laughable—— how guilt manages to bloom even now from hurting them. some trembling part of him still aches to reach out,
[ fragile were they, falling backwards although without much struggle besides sitting up. it appears to be thinking over the other's words. ]
it was all for the greater good ...
[ it sounds more like they're trying to convince themselves, considering the frenzied whispers +
lies ... LIES ! you dare lie to me with that filthy mouth ... !
( it was never about him. not once. they don’t seek him—— they seek their own redemption, their own escape from the cages they locked themselves in.