[ His eyes close for a moment, pained for Billy's sake. Of course, it shouldn't be a surprise, not with that amount of blood on his shirt. Kind of injury like that — probably hit his lungs, the fragile insides that keep them alive. There'd be no surviving that, not in Billy's time.
Still, it hurts. Even if it's different to Kieren, how he came back. Even when he knows it was out of mercy.
He's quiet as he listens. And Billy's right — they didn't ask for this, they can't undo the things that've been done. Kieren would give anything to take it back. All the people he killed— his mind always flicks back to Lisa, the last person he killed. He can still hear her screams, the sound of her skull cracking— he wishes he could take it back. But he can't. And that's hard to reconcile with.
All we can do is choose our future decisions.
Kieren considers it for a moment, his brow pinching. He looks down at his gloved hands. ]
What does that look like, for you? [ He asks it quiet. ] Choosing your future decisions?
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Still, it hurts. Even if it's different to Kieren, how he came back. Even when he knows it was out of mercy.
He's quiet as he listens. And Billy's right — they didn't ask for this, they can't undo the things that've been done. Kieren would give anything to take it back. All the people he killed— his mind always flicks back to Lisa, the last person he killed. He can still hear her screams, the sound of her skull cracking— he wishes he could take it back. But he can't. And that's hard to reconcile with.
All we can do is choose our future decisions.
Kieren considers it for a moment, his brow pinching. He looks down at his gloved hands. ]
What does that look like, for you? [ He asks it quiet. ] Choosing your future decisions?