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The Final Hour RP
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“Are you retarded?” Rin asked. She brought 3 of the roses from his bed. “Absorb their pigment retard. You’re killing yourself. There is no afterlife. There is no going back to Mother and Riena.” She paused and thought back to what she did to her parents; how she killed them. “Even if it’s dragging you along, Life is moving on. You can either walk on your own or be slave to misery.” She gazed into his deep blue eyes. “Stand up Atticus. Walk with Life, not behind it.” She put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. Carlise used to do that to her. “And wake up and see what you have, Atticus. Not what you lost.” She felt very poetic. She being Carlise. Carlise, the smart as[h] 10 year old with all of the world’s knowledge at her fingertips. She had much more potential than Rin. Rin should have saved her. Instead, she watched as her twin slaughtered her little sister. But, as she just said, Life moved on. And Rin was finally walking with it.

"Miss Rin, it seems that in you, I have found someone even more pessimistic than me. I believe that many in the world deserve to burn, yes. But the neutral people deserve to wallow in their stupidity. Let them inhabit a neutral world and see what they make of it."
Mr. Redding, your life is a gift. Every moment you spend alive, every breath of air you take, is another [d]uck you to the people that hate you. Prove them all... wrong."
She met Rin's sad smile, and sat down on a chair in the corner of the room. They had a lot in common. Cath didn't even completely know the girl or the boy's pasts, and she could feel the pain of kindred spirits, a pair of tortured souls.
"Life hasn't been kind to us, has it?" She looked down at the messenger bag in her lap, and slid a hand into her pocket. She clenched her fingers around the parcel, and slowly drew it out. An ornate key, with a beautiful, iridescent green emerald inlaid in it. She stared at it briefly before returning it to her pocket.
"Too many twists and turns. Unpredictable pain. Lessons from loss." She was talking to both of them, and neither of them now. Musings of a madwoman, perhaps.
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"And after being charred to a crisp." She giggled, "I still, I STILL FIND A WAY TO CARE. THE WORLD KILLED EVERYONE I CARED ABOUT AND SO I FOUND SOMEONE NEW TO CARE ABOUT! I FOUND CATH!" She began to yell. "I'M NOT SITTING IN A CORNER CRYING I'M OUT THERE FIXING IT!"

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