A small writing based off a scene in my head- It takes place from the perspective of Helba after what seemed like a long battle. I'm bored and write erratic things when I'm bored.~
I can't believe I was so foolish. I can't believe that I truly thought I could save them all. That through this fighting, through this warring, through all my arrogance that I had the strength to carry the burden that weighed upon their shoulders.
I'm falling deeper, slipping, as I gaze up at the glossy surface of the water, the moon seems to distant, flickering in the waves as the sound of water bubbling fills my ears. Deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper into this waiting darkness. Was this defeat? Was this what it was supposed to be all along...? The question rang in my head, and I slipped, my hope-filled pink eyes growing dimmer as I gazed up at the remains of my arm. One whole, the other? A mess of oil and piping, coolant spilling out. I could even taste oil in my mouth, the pain of my body wrack