Ortega will be Javier and I’ll be David and there will be no Clementine to save her.
She’ll be on her knees as the metal gauntlet smashes into her face. “Fight back!” I’ll scream at her. " Not you never you" she’ll mutter as I hit her again. " You’ll die" strike. “Everyone you love will die!” “EVERYONE WILL DIE UNLESS YOU STOP ME!” and she won’t respond because there’s not enough of her face to talk.
She’ll never give up on us. And that’s why she has to die. It’s a Mercy to kill her. She doesn’t have to live in a world where the person she cares the most about is a monster.
Nein!!! MC is no monster! MC is good person…Mc no monster! He good…she shall be proud of what the MC is…she will see him as more then someone to protect…
The MC has killed dozens of people blowing up the museum. Utterly wrecked Herald, killed who knows how many capes and is fueled by hate. We’re a monster. And we will crush her.
Nein! The MC hasn’t killed anyone…he has done his best to protect the innocent…the MC just wants to escape without the fear…she will be prideful of him…she must be…
She’ll never understand. And we’ll be alone with a stolen body we used to play with. A body that is our toy, our slave, our puppet. What we’ve done is unforgivable. She will fall.
She shall not be harmed…she is to important…she can’t be harmed…protect Ortega is the priority…she can’t be harmed…she shall be protected…she shall be the anchor that will keep us in the light…
Everyone dies. We’ve set down a road we can’t come back from. She’s going to fall along with her friends. No survivors. We’re going to do that it is inevitable.