The Name.

Terezi: Reflect.

   Your name is Terezi Pyrope, and you are a legislacerator. Though you're nearing eight and a half Alternian sweeps, you still find the metallic shrieks of the highblood drones to be somewhat unsettling. But you've mostly become desensitized to these noises, the cacophony of screams not bothering you as much as when you were young. Your respiteblock is packed full of dusty old Alternian lawbooks, all tainted with the same bullshit jargon.

    You and your friends have grown apart over the years, that or you've outgrown them. You can't help but feel bad for not contacting them, but Alternia does this to people. You're thrust into a culture of violence and injustice at such a young age, and made to take on roles that you never got to choose. Being a tealblood, it's obvious what hand you were dealt.

    When you were just a wriggler, the thought of bringing justice down on the wicked seemed so spectacular to you. You wanted that. You wanted it so desperately. But now, it's different. What even is your job? Prosecuting the innocent? Some days you wish you could just grab your life by the horns (in a manner of speaking) and get out of this place. Far, far away from all of the injustice and genocide. You are exhausted. But this is it.

    You sit at your desk, scanning over lists of names. Targets. Papers upon papers upon papers, all scrawled with the names of the innocent. Their only crime? Existence. You sit in silence, exasperated. The silence of your hive is deafening. Then something catches your eye. One name in particular. You look away as if that will negate what you've just read. You don't want to believe it. But it's there.

And you knew it'd happen eventually, but you're not ready. You never were.

But hey, what can you do? This is Alternia.

Sorry, Karkles.

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