for humanity…
alma cared little for it now, her own parents had
abandoned her in this dreadful place, they allowed
these complete strangers to harm a little girl that
wanted nothing more than to be with her family,
recieve the love that every child craved. her
hope for humanity had been completely drained,
bit by bit, the more time she spent trapped here.
like a bird in a cage.small hands clench at his response, she would
make her anger known to them. though the psionic
was blessed (or in her view, cursed) with great
power, she was still just a child; children were
often prone to fits when not granted what they
desired. in alma’s case, it was freedom.❝ I don’t want to be a legend. ❞ she repeats,
much more sternly this time, almost as if
she’s warning him. the room then begins
to lightly tremble. this is her own doing, it
doesn’t frighten her.❝ I want to go home, n o w. ❞
One day, little Alma will grow. She’ll blossom
into a Mother of Monsters. A futuristic Tiamat.
O, how the Illusive Man vows to bear witness
to this miraculous moment.
And so, the world comes crashing down.
Tremors assault the cramped room,
shuddering from burden. Grounded, he
doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. His fears are
few & far in between.
Bracing himself, he steps forward { provokes
fire & the wrath of GODS }. A hand is offered.
❝I can show you a new home. A better one.❞
Paradise. Oasis. A ruse.