[When you dig through the intestines and claw at the bones of your own world, you learn a few things.
You see the rot and infection spreading through and learn there's only you. A switch, the final solution when things reached their absolute pinnacle of corruption. A windup toy made for one purpose, the executioner at the end of the world. The Batter was able to walk through the Zones and condemn them to the hell of Nothingness before being judged himself at the end and emerged victorious.
The world called for his pity and he tightened the noose. Again and again and again.
And now he was standing with one foot raised over the pits of hell. This island was merely delaying his inevitable fate. Someone who was trying to make an effort to 'be good' by the combined efforts of two people, a young girl and a merchant who had every right to hate him. Yet he could still not let go.
Zacharie was right when he said the Batter only dealt in pain. That was the only thing he was capable of. Pain, fear and sadness. The things expressed in yet another memory of his that consumed a fight between lovers that was nothing but a slog. He couldn't hold anything back then and he was doing his best right now to not express anything.
And old reflex. But there's something in his expression that makes it obvious that's what the Batter was doing.
He doesn't have anything to say to Zacharie's comment. The Batter isn't sure what will happen if he opened his mouth.
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You see the rot and infection spreading through and learn there's only you. A switch, the final solution when things reached their absolute pinnacle of corruption. A windup toy made for one purpose, the executioner at the end of the world. The Batter was able to walk through the Zones and condemn them to the hell of Nothingness before being judged himself at the end and emerged victorious.
The world called for his pity and he tightened the noose. Again and again and again.
And now he was standing with one foot raised over the pits of hell. This island was merely delaying his inevitable fate. Someone who was trying to make an effort to 'be good' by the combined efforts of two people, a young girl and a merchant who had every right to hate him. Yet he could still not let go.
Zacharie was right when he said the Batter only dealt in pain. That was the only thing he was capable of. Pain, fear and sadness. The things expressed in yet another memory of his that consumed a fight between lovers that was nothing but a slog. He couldn't hold anything back then and he was doing his best right now to not express anything.
And old reflex. But there's something in his expression that makes it obvious that's what the Batter was doing.
He doesn't have anything to say to Zacharie's comment. The Batter isn't sure what will happen if he opened his mouth.
He doesn't want to find out.]