[ Unlike the Executor, the blue suited man he addresses is not as comfortable with the process. It is perhaps the first time he has witnessed such carnage first hand. It is sickening. It is grotesque.
It is heartbreaking.
To see the still remains of fellow humans, the disfigured, mutated corpses, and everything in between. To feel the loss of life and potential with each body he lifts—and wonder what life this individual might have lived.
And it is because of this melancholic introspection that he bristles when the Executor speaks so callously—even though it is usually he who speaks of efficiency. ]
You—!
[ A note of fury that he bites back because he knows, ultimately, that his sentimentality means nothing in the end. What he should be doing is working for those yet alive.
He exhales wearily. Not even a few days in and he already feels the weight upon his shoulders once again. ]
Fine. I will assist. That was my intention in the first place.
[ It is with muted reverence that he relocates each body, for each and every one once contained a life worth celebrating. Luckily, with his muscular build, the task proves to be easily handled, allowing for that delicacy the Executor does not show.
He eyes the halo floating above the other man's head with muted curiosity though. A Halovian? But he's never seen a black halo before. ]
Clean up clean up
It is heartbreaking.
To see the still remains of fellow humans, the disfigured, mutated corpses, and everything in between. To feel the loss of life and potential with each body he lifts—and wonder what life this individual might have lived.
And it is because of this melancholic introspection that he bristles when the Executor speaks so callously—even though it is usually he who speaks of efficiency. ]
You—!
[ A note of fury that he bites back because he knows, ultimately, that his sentimentality means nothing in the end. What he should be doing is working for those yet alive.
He exhales wearily. Not even a few days in and he already feels the weight upon his shoulders once again. ]
Fine. I will assist. That was my intention in the first place.
[ It is with muted reverence that he relocates each body, for each and every one once contained a life worth celebrating. Luckily, with his muscular build, the task proves to be easily handled, allowing for that delicacy the Executor does not show.
He eyes the halo floating above the other man's head with muted curiosity though. A Halovian? But he's never seen a black halo before. ]
Your halo is quite unique.