[It's a goddamn miracle they haven't set off any other alarms or had a security guard pass by - this hall is a cold, clinical, and welcome reprieve after all of that. Accelerator, not caring whether they're on some guard's patrol route or something, just lies there for several minutes. At some point he thinks to retract the cane portion of his crutch so it isn't in the way, but that's about it.
That static in his ears hasn't dissipated, and with no Krang coming after them his mind shifts back to the Sisters and their blank faces. It's technically been several months since he last saw any of them, and he didn't expect to see them again. Not here, not until he went back to his own universe. But they were there, perfectly replicated facsimiles, warped by the nightmares of the other two. But...
The things they were saying. What #000001 had asked him. Those were thoughts he's had before, hundreds of times. All they did was vocalize them. None of them did anything wrong, none of them have ever done anything wrong. He's the one who happily tore them to shreds for his own selfish gain. And no matter what Last Order thinks, even if one of them had said she didn't want to fight - if #10 031 had told him that in the alley while they were counting down the seconds to start the trial, or right before he jammed his fingers into the bullet wound on her shoulder and reversed her blood flow, he would've - he would've -
He would have still killed her. That's it. Ten thousand Sisters into the experiment and he wouldn't have stopped.
He's choking down any noises aside from his own uneven breathing.
And now all of that has officially followed him here, an entire universe away. It's not as if he's actively been running from his past, but he's deliberately avoided telling anyone in this universe about what he's done. Now Leo and Donnie have seen them, and he has no idea how he's going to deal with that. There isn't much difference between an active lie and lying by omission, and he's still a monster for doing the latter. Even worse when he's considering the former.
As he feels his pulse gradually slowing down a resigned sort of depression settles in the pit of his stomach. It's a familiar ache that leaves him feeling disgusting and raw. Getting out of here is going to be rough, when all he wants to do is lie here until the earth swallows him.
It's only when his eyesight has stopped shaking and refocused that he moves. His breathing is still unsteady and he can feel his hands trembling as he pushes himself up so he's sitting.]
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That static in his ears hasn't dissipated, and with no Krang coming after them his mind shifts back to the Sisters and their blank faces. It's technically been several months since he last saw any of them, and he didn't expect to see them again. Not here, not until he went back to his own universe. But they were there, perfectly replicated facsimiles, warped by the nightmares of the other two. But...
The things they were saying. What #000001 had asked him. Those were thoughts he's had before, hundreds of times. All they did was vocalize them. None of them did anything wrong, none of them have ever done anything wrong. He's the one who happily tore them to shreds for his own selfish gain. And no matter what Last Order thinks, even if one of them had said she didn't want to fight - if #10 031 had told him that in the alley while they were counting down the seconds to start the trial, or right before he jammed his fingers into the bullet wound on her shoulder and reversed her blood flow, he would've - he would've -
He would have still killed her. That's it. Ten thousand Sisters into the experiment and he wouldn't have stopped.
He's choking down any noises aside from his own uneven breathing.
And now all of that has officially followed him here, an entire universe away. It's not as if he's actively been running from his past, but he's deliberately avoided telling anyone in this universe about what he's done. Now Leo and Donnie have seen them, and he has no idea how he's going to deal with that. There isn't much difference between an active lie and lying by omission, and he's still a monster for doing the latter. Even worse when he's considering the former.
As he feels his pulse gradually slowing down a resigned sort of depression settles in the pit of his stomach. It's a familiar ache that leaves him feeling disgusting and raw. Getting out of here is going to be rough, when all he wants to do is lie here until the earth swallows him.
It's only when his eyesight has stopped shaking and refocused that he moves. His breathing is still unsteady and he can feel his hands trembling as he pushes himself up so he's sitting.]
... Fuck.