◙ aaron allade ◙ d1 {cbd 3}

She's dead. She wasn't supposed to come home with victory in her hands, but she wasn't supposed to come home in a box either. She was supposed to stay here so that I'd have someone to use, the only person that could even come close to me in strength and be yet so weak at the same time. Emery's dead. Funny, huh? Dead. The word is heavier than it was before. What am I supposed to do now? Who am I supposed to throw my duties onto - the dirty ones that could risk my life and reputation. I forced her to sneak out of the Moreno house late at night to find people on the streets for me, to barge into their houses, to beat them up, to steal, to sometimes go so far as to kill. She was the fighter, and I was the thinker, always a step ahead; and she thought I was stronger than her, didn't she? She thought I could hurt her, thought I had control over her every action, and I probably did, or else created the illusion; but now that she's gone, what strength do I have left to lean on? I'm just the boy with dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark demeanor, hiding my faults behind the faults of others, letting them take the blame. I've had people tossing me from community home to foster home my entire life, and now that I'm finally old enough to be on my own, I should be able to throw people around just like they did me. Is that really too much to ask?

codeword: odair