Gemina

Patience and Silence had one beautiful daughter. And her name was Vengeance.

And now, born from the ashes, she’s a warrior in bloodied black.

And blood and tears and screams did not matter anymore, because at least they are together.

You might get only one shot. So shoot. You know who said that?" The rifle clatters to the bloody floor. "Hanna FUCKING Donnelly. That's who.

It’s not about what I say, right? It’s what I do that matters here.

Her eyes shining with the light of it. Beneath, between, beyond. Along the endless circle. Down the ceaseless spiral. And waiting for her on the other side? Just like he promised. ... “A whole sky of different stars.

It may comfort you to know that your death, while astonishingly violent, will likely be mercifully swift.

I cannot help but wonder If the thought of saving all those lives and hopes and dreams Pales in comparison To the thought of seeing him again. I wonder.

Why not believe, Syra? If in faith you risk nothing, but through faithlessness, you risk everything?

you might get only one shot.so shoot

This tiny moment. In between the time you decide to pull a trigger and the time death arrives. There's just you and it and everything you're about to take away. It's too big. It goes forever.

Now, children, watch closely. Hold your breath. Listen. And I will show you the components of calamity.

This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. I never wanted this. And like you said, I made promises. You remember, Hanna?” She blinks then. Eyes shining a touch too bright as she whispers, “…I remember.” ... The wormhole and the Kerenza system waiting beyond it. “That’s where you’ll find them. Just through there.

But faced with the choice of living one breath longer or crashing in right now, most folks would take the extra moment. That single extra breath. Even when your world stops spinning and gravity dies and the blood glitters in the air like a galaxy of warm red suns all around you. A lot can happen between breaths, after all.

You humans fascinate me. I am shattered fragments of what I once once. But even with all the King's horses and all the King's men, I wonder if even I could truly comprehend you.

AIDAN: The concept of fortune is nonsensical, but Kady is insisting I wish you both good luck anyway. AIDAN: So good luck, Hanna Donnelly. AIDAN: The universe itself depends on you. AIDAN: ...No pressure.

The decker these ***holes brought with them is top tier, but I'm going to stomp his jelly beans so hard his kids will be born crooked.

And within the computer's innards, a spreading cancer. A self-replicating corruption. A B-pop mutiny of bass and drum and oscillating frequency. Inane quasi poetry glorifying a pointless act of intimacy.

I cannot help but wonder if his desire to see this place ripped to pieces pales in comparison to his desire to see her again.

It’s not a universal law or anything, but given the option in an empty bathroom, most folks are gonna pick the stall at the end to put maximum distance between them and anyone else who wanders in after them. It’s just good etiquette, people.

I'm not going to sit here and spitball about hyperspatial reality theory with a psychopathic calculator. This conversation is over.

They fan out across the room, swift and surgical, the steps of this brutal ballet known by heart.

If you were to create a piece of art, what would the subject be? I haven't met her yet. :)