It was a general 'you.' My handlers had told me of my situation plenty of times, believe me. Told me all about my flaws, how my brother was much better than me, how I was supposed to be you but instead I was garbage. How all I was good for was fighting so I should shut up and kill. How could I not do what I knew how to do?
[All of the memories came flooding back so suddenly. It had always been in the back of his mind, but he'd never had to put a massive amount of thought into it until now.]
That's all well and good to stand on your little platform and preach, but when you force someone into something they don't want, their actions are going to reflect that. I've always wanted to kill you, and that didn't exactly make the situation any better. The title doesn't define me? Well, what about if I want it to define me?
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[All of the memories came flooding back so suddenly. It had always been in the back of his mind, but he'd never had to put a massive amount of thought into it until now.]
That's all well and good to stand on your little platform and preach, but when you force someone into something they don't want, their actions are going to reflect that. I've always wanted to kill you, and that didn't exactly make the situation any better. The title doesn't define me? Well, what about if I want it to define me?