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Soullessness: Part 1Soullessness: Part 1 in Introductions & Chapters
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Four months ago.
Cyrus found it silly, really, that two children had the audacity to break into his base like this. Who did they think they were, G-men? Foolhardy, clumsy police officers? The heroes in those frivolous fairy tales he was told as a child, out to "save the world?" Their brazenness was ridiculous. If Cyrus cared even a speck for their failed attempt to overthrow his mighty organization, he would have laughed. But he hadn't laughed for twenty years, so why should he laugh nowand over something so incredibly thick that a laugh would not have even been warranted, much less worth one? Cyrus merely and offhandedly wrote off their daftness as teenage density performed with adult-like consequences. They were young, but they had committed a wrong against him, and they would suffer for it.
Why, in Arceus's name, did they desire to save a world that thrived on ugliness and stupidity? This human world had no endearing qualities; nothing that Cyrus felt made it worth l
Soullessness: Part 19Soullessness: Part 19 in Introductions & Chapters
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They hated him.
Why did they never smile? Cyrus never remembered them smiling. They were always scowling at everything that he did, be it innocent mistakes or just another foolhardy attempt to please them. They spoke in a monotone; there was no spirited lift in their voices. Constantly, they addressed him in a hard, disapproving manner that left no room for warmth. If Cyrus had wanted moral support, they refused to give it to him, claiming that he was self-sufficient enough to sustain himself. As a child, he was scared of the dark, but his parents attributed that fear to cowardice and rejected his request for a nightlight. Cyrus had spent endless nights staring up at the blackened ceiling, tears bluing his face and swelling his eyes completely shut, his cries of loneliness going unnoticed by his passive parents. His father never played catch with him or told him about girls, and his mother never held him or made him an after-school snack. They sat instead, their eyes affixed to book
Soullessness: Part 13Soullessness: Part 13 in Introductions & Chapters
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Jupiter had gone back to her own quarters a long time ago, Cyrus assumed, as the only listless souls that stood in front of the girl's room were the pair of night shift guards, dressed in their rote Team Galactic uniform with their guns clipped to their belts. Their eyes drifted, directionless, as the late hour spoiled their sense of wakefulness. Their lids drooped, and light, half-asleep snores originating from their milling bodies.
Upon seeing them, Cyrus gnashed his teeth. They were lazy and foolish. They should have been more aware of their position. What if someone came in the night to attack or rape the girl? Would they even notice until well after the deed was done?
Why did he care?
"Men," he said briskly, his presence having gone unobserved until now, despite the fact that he was standing practically in front of their blank faces. At the sound of their boss's voice, the grunts jolted to attention in a single bound, terrified to have been caught slacking by him. Their once le