DOOMFIST // Akande Ogundimu (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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prismatica2019-09-09 05:44 pm
goldrighthand) wrote in prismatica2019-09-09 05:44 pm
text, un: ogundimu //// forward dated to end of triple moons
Looking for a technician skilled with prosthesis.
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[In Zenyatta's voice the word is hollow and flat; he would like to summon some sort of disgust for that implication of admiration, but it seems a wasted effort, and he knows deep down that expressing it will not drive back the ache that still lingers within him.]
... I cannot change the past. I seek only to learn the truth, and to look into the eyes of the one who stole my brother's life, and understand.
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[A repeat as his mind races. He knows Mondatta was a monk; it wouldn't be a far cry to guess that this is another, or at least one that believed enough in his teachings to consider themselves a disciple. As for what those teachings were - well, obviously, peace between human and omnic.
Heh.]
Let your rumors be confirmed, then.
[u mad, bro?]
w o w
Then, sat still and silent in the privacy of his room, he erupts.
It breaks across him all at once, hurt, like black ice shattering over his head, like rain lashing his back, so raw and potent and powerful that his processes stagger and his array flashes scattered warnings and the hurt in him swells dark and violet within him, a bruise on his soul he cannot help but press upon, over and over again until he can barely think. The glass in the window at his back trembles in its frame
Would you try to control the wind or the tides? it is like hearing his own ghost, only in double, Feel it. Embrace it. How will you bid it farewell, if you cannot even look upon it?
and holds.
Zenyatta's hands unfurl from their fatal grip upon the knees of his trousers. Almost carelessly, he makes a note to patch them later. Then he reconnects.]
Why?
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...really?]
Why do you think?
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It does not matter what I think. I was not part of the decision to take his life.
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[If Zenyatta wants to ask those who were part of the decision, he's in the wrong place. Akande was sort of, you know. In high-security prison at the time.
...not that he's at all against what happened in any way, shape, or form.]
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He exhales softly.]
Very well. [But it is clear from his voice that this is not the end of the matter- and clearer still that Akande is far from innocent to his mind.]
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Eh. He'll deal.]