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The Reaper in a Red Riding Hood. One who no one knows where they come from. #ArknightsRP Pic by: 斎賀小春

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"Wᴏʟᴠᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀɴɢs, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ. Wᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇsᴛ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏ I." - #Aʀᴋɴɪɢʜᴛsʀᴘ #MVRP - Dᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs (ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʀᴇ) - Sɪɴɢʟᴇsʜɪᴘ - Lɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ RT ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴇᴅ Rɪᴅɪɴɢ Hᴏᴏᴅ? Credit: RKZROK

ProjektRed4's tweet image. "Wᴏʟᴠᴇs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀɴɢs, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ. Wᴏʟᴠᴇs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇsᴛ, ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏ I."

- #Aʀᴋɴɪɢʜᴛsʀᴘ #MVRP
- Dᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs (ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʀᴇ)
- Sɪɴɢʟᴇsʜɪᴘ
- Lɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ RT ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴇᴅ Rɪᴅɪɴɢ Hᴏᴏᴅ?

Credit: RKZROK

Forgotten. That is all she will be.


Better to fade out of existence.


How can she keep going? She is dead? Grandma betrayed her. Everything means nothing. Walking alone through a field stained red. What was her purpose?


They never cared. Useless. She is useless.


Everything hurts.


Wandering the ruins alone.


Alone... Death all around.


They stopped truly caring long ago. She is useless. Her purpose was all built on a lie? What could she even do? They died... they discarded her. A pawn. Only a pawn...


No response. Golden hues state into those of the other. But they were hollow, lifeless even. As if there was no longer even s soul inside this body. A living corpse. "Do it."

".....tsk.." Her hand suddenly stopped for a moment as it touched her blades handle. That grip she had on Red would tighten more before shoving them away. "Fuck! What is going on with you??? This isn't what I wanted! I wanted to KILL you, not see you in such a pitiful state-"



Her existence means nothing. Everything she thought she was... Taken away. A shell of an operator. Blade slices through others. Enemies? Friends? All to feel something.


Not true. She was a Fang her whole life. Since her first memories. Always under the guidance of Grandma. Then came Kal'tsit to guide her so she would be a weapon for Rhodes. A part of SWEEP. Now, she is nothing. Her whole identity was to be a weapon. Now she has none.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Her identity is not based off of others. Her identity .. is something that resides within her that no one else can take away or discard. ⠀



Maybe. But, Grandma lied. She was discarded after she had served her purpose. It doesn't matter. Then Kal'tdit.... Nothing matters. She stopped having an identity.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Her existence was not a lie. Who is to judge that all else too was a lie? Somewhere amongst the fire, there is a soft spot of ash and dirt that survived where one may rebuild .. Isn't that what the commander would say? ⠀



When everything in your life was a lie. How can there be a home?

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀If that were true, she wouldn't be here. A thousand complaints would not steer him away .. All she has to do is lend out her hand for one minute, and someone will whisk them away. ⠀⠀⠀Perhaps then they shall find their home. ⠀



There is nothing left to help.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Could she blame him for not giving up on her? ⠀



Hardly. Would it be so difficult to accept that?

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀She is red. She is alive. ⠀



She is basically a walking corpse.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Says who, her? Wrong. Pine tree scented shampoo seems more fitting. ⠀



Does it matter? The stench of death is fitting for her.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Pretty sure Siracusa has baths. She reeks. ⠀



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