by Chase Delacroix » Sat Jul 25, 2015 1:12 am
Monday, September 15 - Evening
Chase laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She had put his fears about himself into words and he couldn't handle it. He was a weapon, but he wasn't a machine. Even under their zen-like calm, he had will most of the time didn't he? Had he simply chosen to follow along because feeling hurt too much?
He had lied to himself. He did remember training. He did remember occasionally maintaining cover as a service slave between training and assignments. Under orders he couldn't act entirely freely, he was conditioned to obey absolutely... but he remembered. He remembered, too, what friends he had despite such attachments being forbidden.
He breathed out slowly, the temptation to clear his mind of emotion becoming unbearable. The worst part of all was that, as tainted as it was, he missed that inner peace, and probably always would.