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Wherein Will Graham talks to the void and the void answers back.

Isn't that why I'm talking to you? I'm trying to tap into the part of my brain that knows something about murder and death. Inelegant, crude— I have a very good guess what he would do.

But I'm not him. I'm not going to kill like him. I want those worthy to survive.

[And you're going to damn the rest. Rather, you aren't going to play God.]

I don't have any power. I can't push and pull the thousand little threads that intersect to drive someone to kill. One or two people, maybe. But everyone? It's not possible.

[Isn't none of this possible?]

My mind is splintering and fraying, ready to shatter. It can't be done.

[It has to be done. You know better.]

. . .

[Who is it going to be?]

Corrin, Hiyori, Tsumugi.

Edited 2017-12-25 10:47 (UTC)

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