Have you ever hated someone so much, that this feeling alone would drive you to do horrific and impossible to grasp things? Have you ever hated someone so much, that your whole life was focused on finding that person and ripping him apart? Have you ever hated someone so much, that you would forget about your humanity, purge it all just to find enough power, for one, single fraction of a moment, one chance to get your revenge...
What would your eyes look like in that very moment? Insane? Terrified? Passionate? Happy? Or maybe... satisfied...
Look into his eyes, and find nothing there...
"I will get my own kingdom. Nothing has changed."
The words rang in Guts's ears like a never-ending bell. Never ending, they echoed incessantly. They were drilled into his head, and it really felt like it. It really felt like someone had taken a nail and hammered those words brutally into his temple, along with the face of
that man to boot. He
loathed that man. He hated him. He wanted to kill him.
So much so that at this point, it was hardly so that he could avenge those that
that man had sacrificed along the way. But more so that he could satisfy his own ends.
"Nothing... has changed."
After everything he had done... After everyone he had sacrificed... After everything that had changed, and that goddamn son of a bitch says nothing has changed.
Griffith...
Every time he ran into the effeminate looking man, the man whom he had once called brother, ally, comrade, the works, no matter how much time would pass, it would feel like only several minutes had passed. Every moment was vivid in his mind. Even after years had passed ever since the Eclipse, Guts remembered everything.
Griffith...
He remembered Pippin being sliced in half. He remembered Judeau protecting Casca to his last breath. He remembered Corkus being brutally slaughtered before him. He remembered Casca... He remembered her being violated before his eyes by the man Guts had once called brother. He remembered the arm that he had sacrificed to try to save her.
Griffith...
For that, he wanted to kill Griffith. He wanted to destroy him. He wanted to rip him apart. He wanted to make him scream. He wanted to rip his head off.
I'll fucking kill you.
GRIIIIIFFFIIITTTTHHHH!!!
WHAM!
Before anyone knew it, a tree would just about fly out of its socket in the ground and slam into another tree, and in its place, a mechanical fist was seen, outstretched.
Guts had effectively punched a tree upon waking up from that goddamn dream. Dreaming of
that man.
...
And it looked like he was surrounded by a bunch of people whom he didn't recognize.
Seemingly calming down in what seemed like an instant, Guts studied the people around him quietly like a hawk. These people... certainly looked weird. Where was Farneze? Schierke? Puck? Serpico?
... Oh, no. Where was Casca? This was bad. Really bad.
Taking no note of his previous behavior that must have startled at least the kid or so, he continued examining everyone. What was up with these people? Their clothes looked... weird. The kid's shirt looked more expertly woven, and yet, it seemed more crudely structured at the same time, like it looked like it didn't provide any protection to potential hazards. The knight guy looked sinister, and at the same time, he gave off a... vibe that Guts didn't feel like thinking further about.
Well, he may as well introduce himself.
...
"Who the hell are you people? Where am I?"
Cheery.
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