A spark of heat rises that they know intimately as anger. It was never their own, not until now, and they will not, they cannot, do not--it is ruthlessly crushed beneath chill apathy.
It does not matter the speed they travel, nor what the Vess--nor what the Hollow Knight could potentially match with their lengthy stride and functioning body. It is not their choice.
They were not made for choice. The only they ever dared make ended in failure upon failure. This bug may lead them wherever is wished, whether it be inside or into the streets that have drowned into canals.
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Date: 2023-01-06 10:13 pm (UTC)It does not matter the speed they travel, nor what the Vess--nor what the Hollow Knight could potentially match with their lengthy stride and functioning body. It is not their choice.
They were not made for choice. The only they ever dared make ended in failure upon failure. This bug may lead them wherever is wished, whether it be inside or into the streets that have drowned into canals.