I don’t know anything. Consequences on consequences.
My last hope. Suffering evokes suffering. Fool. Petty. Hatred.
“Nothing.” Mako said. His voice. Not his voice. Nothing was his. Borrowed. He was borrowed. A thing. A tool. The water receded. He tasted blood, his mask becoming red with it. Pain flared from within. Too much. He used too much. Always never listened. “Nothing.” He repeated. The fatigue set in, as his vision dimmed. “Angry. Always angry.” Mako. “My world. My death.”
He dropped to his knees, buckling, blood spilling from his mouth. He fell,
as words escaped his throat. “Nothing is worth anything. Pathetic. Fool. Alexis. Leader. Dolphus. Fates. Mariner. Swordsman. Mako. Coward. Ari.
Protector. The Abyss. Worthless. Forgotten. Rightless.”
Mako collapsed. If there is an answer. I don’t hear it. Because now, the world grows dim… His vision slowly faded and failed. "And the only word left is failure."
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