[ The last time Zane cried, it was tears of pain. It was involuntary, because he was dying. A body crushing him, bleeding into his wounds, and he thrashed, and cried, and survived.
There's nothing hurting him, now. Not like that. His arm aches; there are deep scratches on his abdomen. Neither are troublesome. He doesn't have metals, besides tin and copper, but he's been in worse positions. He is whole. And he's the most broken he's ever been.
He sets the communication device down. Doesn't deactivate it, which he should, and he's not sure why he doesn't.
He deserves this. He took Vin, and he twisted her, and he tried to kill her, and he deserves every inch of this. He deserves more: he deserves to be dead. And he isn't, because of some damned Admiral, isn't dying because of some decision he made out of pragmatism and weakness. He hates it and he resents it, and he can't think through the thick, grinding fog in his mind, and he can't take this anymore.
The last time he cried, it was from pain. This time, it isn't pain. He's just too weak. ]
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There's nothing hurting him, now. Not like that. His arm aches; there are deep scratches on his abdomen. Neither are troublesome. He doesn't have metals, besides tin and copper, but he's been in worse positions. He is whole. And he's the most broken he's ever been.
He sets the communication device down. Doesn't deactivate it, which he should, and he's not sure why he doesn't.
He deserves this. He took Vin, and he twisted her, and he tried to kill her, and he deserves every inch of this. He deserves more: he deserves to be dead. And he isn't, because of some damned Admiral, isn't dying because of some decision he made out of pragmatism and weakness. He hates it and he resents it, and he can't think through the thick, grinding fog in his mind, and he can't take this anymore.
The last time he cried, it was from pain. This time, it isn't pain. He's just too weak. ]