Or maybe, behind that hard shell, he was in the throes of mental anguish. Maybe he was spending every second of every day reliving the day he lost his family and his dreams to a nigh-unstoppable, malignant force.
Reliving it from the other side of the situation? I suppose it’s possible.
There was nothing I could do about his past. Whoever he had been before, he was a monster now. I had to pull out all the stops to try and stop him from hurting anyone else.
Yeah. I don’t think there’s any redemption waiting for him in this story. Maybe in fanfics, but not in canon.
The only Slaughterhouse members who seem potentially redeemable right now are (from most to least redeemable) Burnscar, Bonesaw and Cherish, and that’s from the generous POV of a Steven Universe and MLP:FiM fan. I don’t think any of them will actually get a redemption.
It was time to enact battle plan number one, one of the two ideas I had in mind that almost definitely wouldn’t work.
Alright, let’s see this thing.
I’m guessing she’s right that the first battle plan isn’t going to work. Gotta build up to the one major plan that does.
I set my swarm on him. Up to this point, I had kept them largely at bay, using only the bare minimum necessary to keep track of my surroundings. Now I smothered him, piling them on every available surface.
Yeeah, I don’t know. Maybe it could mess with his senses and give Taylor a more immediate sense of what he’s doing, but beyond that, I don’t know what it’s supposed to accomplish.
It didn’t accomplish a thing, of course. He started running toward me, weapons at the ready. He wasn’t impeded in his movements, nor were his senses -sight or otherwise- impaired.
R.I.P. battle plan one.
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