Unity [Portal 2]It didn't take an expert to know that there was a vast difference between being brave and being fearless.More Like This
Fearlessness was a lie. Fearlessness was synonymous with stupidity. Any person who felt no fear was simply too brain-damaged to react in the natural method that had allowed human survival for thousands of years. And those people always, inevitability, paid for their idiocy in the manner suited to their sin.
She had never been fearless.
Brave, yes. She had to be brave. There was no other choice. If she hadn't been brave, she would have died long ago. But that didn't mean she hadn't been afraid. So many times, more times than she could count, she had been afraid. She had never allowed it to slow her down. She couldn't. She had been in fear for her life, but she had kept going anyway, because it was all she could do.
She was brave.
But she wasn't fearless.
And of all the obstacles she had faced in her long and eventful life, none had ever terrified her more than this.
It had presented
Portal - DescentWhen the glass grows hot under her soles, she knows. Her fingertips burn loud, but nothing comes to a halt — her frail ship leads her downwards, uncaring, without any exceptions.More Like This
It is the pain that truly awakens her guts. It takes her less than one second to open the portal, to tear herself away from the concrete oven. She does not seem to know fear in this, and you understand, right here and right now — she will do anything to keep her wretched life away from that fire.
The test is over, and she is not burning yet.
Rotten stairs, locked doors she cannot pass; but the first minutes are way too simple to her. She crushes them and leaves their remains behind, with no regrets.
There is nothing you can do — you have to start hoping. She will need to reach her doom, somewhere lower. Later on, when it is dark and you can no longer hear her, she will fall to meet the end she was always bound to find. This is your place, and she cannot escape for long.
Down she goes in the
TrustYou start off alone in a facility, and she’s your one voice of comfort. You grow to rely on her; you grow to trust her because she’s all you have. You’re all alone and the voice is your only friend in the world.More Like This
You trust her completely and accept every word she says as you navigate the test chambers. You’re a little worried about the new consequence for failure in test chamber seven, but reassured when she tells you that you aren’t in any real danger. Lying is part of test chamber nine, but you know it’s only part of the required protocol.
It’s in test chamber sixteen when your trust is truly shaken. You wanted to do your best for the voice, so you tried extra hard in the chamber “designed for military androids,” but it wasn’t good enough. When the first bullet hit your side, sending blinding pain through your body and your blood against the wall, you couldn’t believe it. What happened to danger only being an element of
Portal - ReloadMore Like This
Sometimes it still happens, in her dreams.
Not in her sleep, but in the neon light — when time is broken and her mind goes out, she walks in the darkness of what never was. It feels real, and cold. Too harsh to be nothing.
She falls down and her skin is on fire. The bad taste wraps her and consumes her flesh — her eyes watch, powerless, swimming in the green fog. It is so liquid, so disgusting, she can see her own flesh being torn away. Her throat swallows flames, and refuses to close.
A moment later, she is turning into coal and smoke. Each atom of her flesh burns black before disintegrating. She smells it and clenches her fists, still in pain from the blow. She vanishes.
The illusion breaks too fast; her no longer vaporized body is riddled with bullets. It is a lacerating rain — it does not stop until she is done, until her veins are all torn, and the gushes of blood paint the concrete. Her back slides; it paints her outline, slowly, down to the floor.
A wreck of ru