There is a small, almost inaudible voice that starts with the memory, which can only be heard by the speaker due to how quiet it is. But it sounds familiar, and therefore can easily be determined to be Ganymede (you, in this memory.) You feel a sense of overwhelming hopelessness at everything that has just happened.
Why wouldn't you?
Your brother...he's dead. The red-haired male was more than happy to have shot him dead right in front of your eyes.
That's right his body is lying on yours, and his blood is staining you all over. Your ears are ringing, and you're in pain. Yet, that red-haired male is speaking, saying things that are nonsense, with a smile you can't see, but can hear in his voice. "All vile things should be taken care of. Well, shall we go, Ganymede?
To your lord and master, who has been watching over you for so long. Waiting...for you to be brought to him."
An anger surges through you amongst the fear and despair. Your brother wasn't vile. But, men in black come out of the shadows, almost immediately, hands reaching immediately to come along and take your brother from you. Your hands are reaching out, calling more whispered words that are incomprehensible in your state. Your blood-stained hands are reaching for your brother, who has been clearly hurt more than your father.
And your father is...hurt. But you haven't seen him at all during all of this.
"What about your father? I could finish him off too."
Ah.
There is no other choice. In the memory, you don't fight back when hands reach for you, forcibly pulling you out of the room, out of the house, and to this foreboding black van...but, you have still something too, even after all of that.
Your life.
...But as for the Ganymede in the game right now, he has to know that Fai saw that, and even though he saw what he did of the other blond's life, he feels himself stepping back. An urge to run compelling him to move, though not too far, caught between a rock and a hard place. ]
Mirror Memory II ver. 2 (cw: kidnapping, violence, family death)
There is a small, almost inaudible voice that starts with the memory, which can only be heard by the speaker due to how quiet it is. But it sounds familiar, and therefore can easily be determined to be Ganymede (you, in this memory.) You feel a sense of overwhelming hopelessness at everything that has just happened.
Why wouldn't you?
Your brother...he's dead. The red-haired male was more than happy to have shot him dead right in front of your eyes.
That's right his body is lying on yours, and his blood is staining you all over. Your ears are ringing, and you're in pain. Yet, that red-haired male is speaking, saying things that are nonsense, with a smile you can't see, but can hear in his voice. "All vile things should be taken care of. Well, shall we go, Ganymede?
To your lord and master, who has been watching over you for so long. Waiting...for you to be brought to him."
An anger surges through you amongst the fear and despair. Your brother wasn't vile. But, men in black come out of the shadows, almost immediately, hands reaching immediately to come along and take your brother from you. Your hands are reaching out, calling more whispered words that are incomprehensible in your state. Your blood-stained hands are reaching for your brother, who has been clearly hurt more than your father.
And your father is...hurt. But you haven't seen him at all during all of this.
"What about your father? I could finish him off too."
Ah.
There is no other choice. In the memory, you don't fight back when hands reach for you, forcibly pulling you out of the room, out of the house, and to this foreboding black van...but, you have still something too, even after all of that.
Your life.
...But as for the Ganymede in the game right now, he has to know that Fai saw that, and even though he saw what he did of the other blond's life, he feels himself stepping back. An urge to run compelling him to move, though not too far, caught between a rock and a hard place. ]
Why...? What gave them the right to...?!