He slammed his fists on the desk, scattering papers like leaves in the wind. He was livid, which was a strange thing to behold since containing composure is something he tried to do all the time. He stormed around it, punching a hole in the wall, causing a small cloud of dust and insulation to fill the air. She waltzed in at the sound of the chaos inside his room. The door opened as he was in the middle of lighting a cigarette, another unusual sight to see from him.
Something wrong Darm?
she giggled as she looked around the office.
Oh no, *poop* loads of drowning blue pills, more people after our blood than before, and our ‘glorious leader' showing up, clarifying nothing, and not understanding no matter what he does people don't care.
Well, he is just a kid Darm, what do you expect?
But he's the leader, I mean he stepped up, got those people behind him, but it's like he doesn't care, he doesn't even bother speaking to us. You know he wanted them to stay faithful to him, but Tae was the one there for us, he was the one showing up getting us informed. The kid would just show up and be like good job guys, bravo.
Well they say faith can blind a man. Perhaps he needs a reality check, faith without logic can stop bullets.
It worked for neo.
He's not neo, and neither are you.
She opened his coat to reveal the wounds that still hadn't closed, the blood staining the front of his shirt.
Wonderful, let me go get the med kit, you know for someone who says they don't like violence, you sure no how to find it.
I like violence -I just like other things better.
Well now what are you going to do? I know you your not going to want to sit down and explain to everyone how this wasn't your fault, and then what eventually accept that they'll blaim all of you no matter what?
She said as she pushed him into his chair and began sewing lines of code back together in his skin with the open streams.
Ugh, don't we have pills?
Nope, were all out, after that last incident. Your going to need to code more.
Don't remind me.
So what are you going to do though?
Well Merit and Escondido can tell people where I stood in this whole ordeal, I mean I spoke to her in the aftermath, and I was in his little group in front of the church. So they can tell their own.
I mean what are you going to do about the kid?
I...
He sighed calmly.
I'm going to give him two options, two simple options that will define what my next course of action will be.
Oh?
She inquired as she finished the patchwork.
He's going to sit down with me and discuss that which I've needed to say since he started this route, faith versus logic like we've said, the direction and purpose of this *CENSORED* org, and what the hell he's trying to do. I'm going to tell him what I think of this whole thing and I'm going to find out if I should even bother staying.
What's the second option?
He can accept my resignation from the ranks of the EPN and he can take my letter of resignation and shove it.
Your serious?
Dead serious.
And what happens if he doesn't meet with you?
Then I'll know he obviously doesn't give a *poop* about the ones loyal to his cause, and I'll be able to move on to find my purpose, or the cause that suits me.
And that would be?
No idea.
Well this came for you by the way.
She left the room and came back with a small package.
It's from taecross.
Is it ticking?
He forced a chuckle.
No, but they don't tick.
Handing him the package.
Tearing it open, he looked at the small gift now in his hands, a small smile came to his lips.
Talk about going out with a bang....
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