I need your protection.

A piece I'm working on

Still here, still beating through time. She still isn't...

Why is her pain shinning on her sleeve where a heart used to be?

This constant questioning is beginning to underestimate the disease. 

Her mission is to fail.

That's what she was told, the only way she could understand it.

They were using her aeipathy towards humans, she was going to change because of some small hope her death alone could save them. 

It's not her time yet and still she follows through with it, a pathetic attempt.

She is being used by both sides, a piece of garbage thrown into battle.

Look at her.

Crawling through that disgusting filth. 

It's embedded into her rotten flesh, the putrid smell will last for weeks.

Her strength has weakened yet she continues to move forward, grasping that useless bit of hope.

They're going to stop her, she won't be able to handle fear. 

Author's Note

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