Using machines to erase people out of existence because they shouldn't exist at all might lie in a moral grey area but those areas were a quagmire for a kirin. It didn't feel right, to end life even if that life was just an echo of the past, or the future. Time distortions or not...
This mission does not sit easy with him now he fully understands it. Still it is never his way to judge. He is a kirin but he knows that others do not see the world the way he does.
He hasn't gone into any of the distortions. Instead focused on the camps and helping those who they did manage to save. He can be found making food or distributing blankets or even maintaining a fire.
"Do you need any help?"
He is determined to be useful.
Mean and Grean
Of course avoiding distortions means little when the distortions break free. He is currently trying to move as much equipment away from tendrils of vines that have encroached on the camp.
"Be careful, they are dragging people in." He warns anyone nearby who gets too close.
He's trying to move as much as he can, but he has no idea how much further into camp these vines will reach.
No Sanctuary.
He is woken by a weight on him and when he opens his eyes it is to the angry eyes of one of the people he had helped the day before. Angry eyes and a knife at his throat.
The camp smells of blood, it washes over him and Taiki freezes. He can do nothing but lie still, staring at that knife as the noise of fighting reaches his ears.
He does not fight. He cannot fight. It is against his very nature. He could no more raise a hand against this refugee than an earth mammal could sprout wings and fly. "I don't know what you want. But you don't need to threaten me. If you need help... I can..."
He falls silent as the knife pressed against his throat, a bead of blood welling up.
no subject
Using machines to erase people out of existence because they shouldn't exist at all might lie in a moral grey area but those areas were a quagmire for a kirin. It didn't feel right, to end life even if that life was just an echo of the past, or the future. Time distortions or not...
This mission does not sit easy with him now he fully understands it. Still it is never his way to judge. He is a kirin but he knows that others do not see the world the way he does.
He hasn't gone into any of the distortions. Instead focused on the camps and helping those who they did manage to save. He can be found making food or distributing blankets or even maintaining a fire.
"Do you need any help?"
He is determined to be useful.
Mean and Grean
Of course avoiding distortions means little when the distortions break free. He is currently trying to move as much equipment away from tendrils of vines that have encroached on the camp.
"Be careful, they are dragging people in." He warns anyone nearby who gets too close.
He's trying to move as much as he can, but he has no idea how much further into camp these vines will reach.
No Sanctuary.
He is woken by a weight on him and when he opens his eyes it is to the angry eyes of one of the people he had helped the day before. Angry eyes and a knife at his throat.
The camp smells of blood, it washes over him and Taiki freezes. He can do nothing but lie still, staring at that knife as the noise of fighting reaches his ears.
He does not fight. He cannot fight. It is against his very nature. He could no more raise a hand against this refugee than an earth mammal could sprout wings and fly. "I don't know what you want. But you don't need to threaten me. If you need help... I can..."
He falls silent as the knife pressed against his throat, a bead of blood welling up.