Rock says nothing at first, adjusting to the data at hand. A quiet thing he'd always been, his eyes dart side to side as if expecting something to come this very second for them. A ping in his chest at the mere thought of being away from his brother, and father.
What cruelty. His lips turn up, as he holds onto his own bio cables. Something that made him feel disgusting for some reason, and yet he would never say as such. Strong children are self reliant. But a good child is dependent in all ways upon the parent. And Rock will always be a child. His choices will never be only his own. He must do as father says.
But...
"Do they have to die?" Soft as he is. Its always a question, a part of him. "Do we leave survivors?"
Its not easy. But they are things need to be done. But perhaps they can be harvested, salvaged. Small mercies would be death, but death is scarier isn't it?
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Date: 2025-06-22 03:18 pm (UTC)What cruelty. His lips turn up, as he holds onto his own bio cables. Something that made him feel disgusting for some reason, and yet he would never say as such. Strong children are self reliant. But a good child is dependent in all ways upon the parent. And Rock will always be a child. His choices will never be only his own. He must do as father says.
But...
"Do they have to die?" Soft as he is. Its always a question, a part of him. "Do we leave survivors?"
Its not easy. But they are things need to be done. But perhaps they can be harvested, salvaged. Small mercies would be death, but death is scarier isn't it?
Death means... they just stop.