[Even as the words fade and the child's laughter dies, he can still hear it. The cries for pity, the words from the Nothingness and things said by those in a dying world.
"I love you, Vader Eloha."
The Batter looks at his hands and his own expression is just as unknown as Chara's. Or maybe it's the most open he's been around the child without influence from an outside source. He dug into the world and inevitably spilled his own guts against the floor, but he had been alone at the time.
Here he was not. And the Batter cannot determine if it's better or worse.]
Among other things.
[Because among those wails and screeching metal, there were voices that belonged to people that lived on this island. A little girl who liked flowers. Another one who was much like a monster and the opposite of the Batter. A man in a mask who knew the purifier more then he knew himself. A child who looked at him and refused to FIGHT.
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"I love you, Vader Eloha."
The Batter looks at his hands and his own expression is just as unknown as Chara's. Or maybe it's the most open he's been around the child without influence from an outside source. He dug into the world and inevitably spilled his own guts against the floor, but he had been alone at the time.
Here he was not. And the Batter cannot determine if it's better or worse.]
Among other things.
[Because among those wails and screeching metal, there were voices that belonged to people that lived on this island. A little girl who liked flowers. Another one who was much like a monster and the opposite of the Batter. A man in a mask who knew the purifier more then he knew himself. A child who looked at him and refused to FIGHT.
"I highly doubt you do."
And the child before him, of course.]