Yeah. I guess I was made to be like an 8MS. [Every implant was designed to keep his body from suffering from the backlash. His body healed faster than the average human. He has greater strength and endurance even after suffering from a glucose drop like this.] But, from what I read from my files...I could potentially create a bomb like this. Spark a nuclear reaction. Thousands of people could die in the process, but for the AOU and ABN that's something they're fine with.
[Sinclair would die. No matter how many implants had been put in his body, it wouldn't save him from the wave of heat energy from incinerating him on the spot if it went that far]
...yeah. If I ever went that far, I'd die too. [He had been badly injured when he destroyed that district. The reports told him as much, even as he remembered being pumped full of nanobots to restore his burned skin. Going further than that would mean...] It would be instant.
[ Doing that. Back there. Oria won't tell him to not do it, but that really hurts. He would like him alive, even if... he most likely wouldn't live long anyway. ]
Why do adults suck so bad... why did this have to happen to you...
...I just thought if I destroyed what every country was fighting over, no one else would have to die because of it.
[It has been a brief thought but he didn't need anyone to tell him the answer to that - people wanting this war would do whatever it took to make it happen. Trying to stop it was useless. He looks down, nodding]
...I don't want to die. But I don't want you to die either. Or anyone else...
[ Oria walks over to Sinclair and hugs him tightly. He wants to hold him, to protect him from anyone who wants to use him. Sinclair is a person like anybody else. He isn't equipment, a tool or some degraded test subject—this is Emil Sinclair, Oria's best friend that he loves so, so much. Seeing him in pain like this hurts his heart. ]
Mm. I know. Even if you do destroy it, they'll just be fighting over something else so that sort of death must be avoided at all costs.
Sorry. [Sinclair ducks his head a little with a sheepish laugh. He feels calmer now, less strained, even though they'll both be punished when they get back. He wasn't alone]
Mm...no idea. It wont take long for them to track us down.
Yeah, so before that time comes, we should probably do something that we don't get to do back there.
[ He lets go of the hug and faces the ocean. It's so dreary, the air quality is terrible and he feels his throat getting scratchy, but he's alone with Sinclair and that's all that matters. He cups his hands around his mouth like a megaphone and shouts: ]
...now it sounds like you're the one saying goodbye.
[ Sinclair takes Oria's hand. The air here is terrible. But he can imagine what it would have been like before 8ms has to proliferate every inch of the atmosphere]
[ Sinclair would be right about that. Oria was almost always healthy as long as he's known him. ]
Remember when I said I talked to my mom? She revealed a few things about me, like how I was factory-born, that I'm not the "first Oria Severine", and that I was modified so much that my lifespan would be 25 at most and 20 at the earliest of "natural causes". It was a lot to take in at first and I was pretty upset.
[ Flashback to other people hearing Oria yelling angrily in his room that day... ]
[It takes Sinclair a moment for it to sink in and he reaches out to take Oria's other hand, holding them both. He understands now, what that little note meant]
[ Despite that, he still won't confess to Sinclair in a way that would get it through his head that it's romantic, because Oria is fine with what he has now. What better relationship to have than a close friend? Of course there's a special tier for significant others, but a close best friend... one in an astronomical number.
Oria hears a helicopter on its way to their location. Whatever else they want to do or say should be wrapped up soon before AOU comes to pick them up. ]
[Is this how they both end up pining endlessly? Sinclair of course, is glad to have a best friend like Oria. Someone who loves him without judgement. He doesn't dare ask for anything else. He gives another squeeze of Oria's hands and glances up at the helicopter with a quiet huff]
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[Sinclair would die. No matter how many implants had been put in his body, it wouldn't save him from the wave of heat energy from incinerating him on the spot if it went that far]
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But you're not immune to the stuff you make...
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[ Doing that. Back there. Oria won't tell him to not do it, but that really hurts. He would like him alive, even if... he most likely wouldn't live long anyway. ]
Why do adults suck so bad... why did this have to happen to you...
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[It has been a brief thought but he didn't need anyone to tell him the answer to that - people wanting this war would do whatever it took to make it happen. Trying to stop it was useless. He looks down, nodding]
...I don't want to die. But I don't want you to die either. Or anyone else...
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Mm. I know. Even if you do destroy it, they'll just be fighting over something else so that sort of death must be avoided at all costs.
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Mm...I don't want unnecessary sacrifices from anyone. But I don't know what I should do.
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[ between two worlds intensifies ]
So don't shoulder things too much on your own. I'm here with you. I always will be.
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...mm. I know. I'm glad I got to meet you.
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[ :T
Oria lightly nudges the side of Sinclair's head. ]
What should we do before we go back and face our inevitable consequences...
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Mm...no idea. It wont take long for them to track us down.
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Yeah, so before that time comes, we should probably do something that we don't get to do back there.
[ He lets go of the hug and faces the ocean. It's so dreary, the air quality is terrible and he feels his throat getting scratchy, but he's alone with Sinclair and that's all that matters. He cups his hands around his mouth like a megaphone and shouts: ]
ADULTS SUCK!!
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ADULTS CAN ALL GO TO HELL!
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I hope they cark it before I do.
[ It has a solemn-like tone to it as he says that as he raises his gaze to look at him. ]
... So I better see them all die in the next two years or so.
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[ Sinclair takes Oria's hand. The air here is terrible. But he can imagine what it would have been like before 8ms has to proliferate every inch of the atmosphere]
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Look, I'm not gonna die if I can help it.
[ He reaches out to hold Sinclair's hand tightly. ]
But I might not live past 25 at the latest. My danger zone starts from 20.
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What do you mean...? Are you unwell?
[But Oria had always been the healthy one]
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[ Sinclair would be right about that. Oria was almost always healthy as long as he's known him. ]
Remember when I said I talked to my mom? She revealed a few things about me, like how I was factory-born, that I'm not the "first Oria Severine", and that I was modified so much that my lifespan would be 25 at most and 20 at the earliest of "natural causes". It was a lot to take in at first and I was pretty upset.
[ Flashback to other people hearing Oria yelling angrily in his room that day... ]
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What did they do to you?
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I dunno.
[ which is the infuriating part. ]
I dunno why I was like this and what they did to me. She wouldn't tell me.
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[ Sinclair hugs Oria again. His throat is tight, but he's angry too now]
Completely unfair. If they're going to do these horrible things, she should at least tell you the truth.
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[ He's hugged, but apart from Sinclair's usual warmth, he doesn't feel much in particular regarding the situation. ]
But I'm going to thoroughly live my life thoroughly as much as I can until then.
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That's just like you too.
[ Between two years, to maybe seven...it was too little.]
Then we do have to make the most of it.
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[ Despite that, he still won't confess to Sinclair in a way that would get it through his head that it's romantic, because Oria is fine with what he has now. What better relationship to have than a close friend? Of course there's a special tier for significant others, but a close best friend... one in an astronomical number.
Oria hears a helicopter on its way to their location. Whatever else they want to do or say should be wrapped up soon before AOU comes to pick them up. ]
I hate wasting time, after all.
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Is that why you like to be impatient?
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