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Behind the tinted lenses of his glasses, boredom's gray paint glazed Waylon's eyes. The tungsten claws of Dialga gripped all. He'd come to terms with that long ago. Being teased for wrinkles that would inevitably soil the stranger's delicate skin is little more than ironic.
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How many times has he been on the receiving end of such visceral looks? A dozen, a hundred - more? Enough for him to not remember the faces of those who've given them. They're all the same in the end anyway. All furnished by desperate and angry loved ones upset Killian's keeping what they want from them. Furious that he's playing with their emotions like toys.
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"I'm not surprised." he replied late, "You're a genius. This big machine of yours was bound to work." perhaps it's the excitement, but Killian smiled in Lulu's direction.

"Alien contact. How thrilling is that?"


The dead rise from the mist but only one impacts Killian in any meaningful way. His mother. Baby blues land on her face, and his clarity weavers. A tinge of pain. Of heartbreak and longing flashes behind his eyes. Replaced quickly by a wave of anger that pinpoints itself onto Tapu Fini and then Fernando.

Then the deceased move with the mist. They crawl along Killian's skin and scream insults spoken by the demons of his nightmares. Their words echoed inside the chambers of his mind and threatened to cripple him.

"You win." he admitted defeat
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A broken little boy made his way back home underneath a star-filled sky. He hadn't been to the small one-floor house in a month, almost two. Some part of him knew he'd come back here eventually but not like this. Not with his eyes puffy from crying and his hands stained with the dried blood of his only friend. Blood that he'd spilled himself.


Lips pursed, Killian watched the outburst in silence. It wasn't a moment meant for him to witness. Yet, he perceived it all the same. Most might see the man crumpled on the ground, pleading to a god that likely wouldn't reply and feel sympathy.

Not Killian.

He wore apathy in the face of the man's plight. "Get up." he ordered, "You can't help your sister down on your knees." that's the she Bryan referred to. A sick and innocent girl whose time in this world was short and growing shorter by the second.