[And there Jammingway remains, seemingly set on not drifting further from that spot, glitching out of the immobile minion. As the demon stares it down he may get the impression that it's staring back. After all, for something that existed in constant shifting motion what else could a lack of action entail? A faceless face to face in...what? Could it be judgment? Probably not, but there is one undeniable truth impossible to escape from no matter how one tried to view it.
You did this, Black Hat. You and no one else and passing the blame around won't fix it.
Any silence that stretches on only accentuates the barely there sounds of what should be a corpse. A soulless husk, sure, but one that nevertheless still draws in quiet breathes. Not alive but hardly all the way dead. Can it really remain in this state? What should be done…?]
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You did this, Black Hat. You and no one else and passing the blame around won't fix it.
Any silence that stretches on only accentuates the barely there sounds of what should be a corpse. A soulless husk, sure, but one that nevertheless still draws in quiet breathes. Not alive but hardly all the way dead. Can it really remain in this state? What should be done…?]