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~/[ N̷o̷t̷ ̷A̷n̷y̷m̷o̷r̷e̷ ]\~
I saw the horrors. Energon. Dead frames. Whimpering bots, begging for the thing they would never receive. Mercy.
I didn't feel guilt. Only pain. I knew what they felt. I knew why they felt it. It wasn't something they wanted or asked for, but for the simple pleasure of an ex gladiator I could not stand. I refuse to state his designation, mainly for my own sake.
He trusted me. It was mine. I had such power in my grasp the entire time, but did not use it. Why? No one will know, not even myself.
I pressed these thoughts away for long enough. But I have none to spill them to. My infatuation for others is small as is; being the result of my lack of speaking for eons upon eons. I must be strong, however. I am the one everyone relies on and looks up to. No one would trust a weak, pathetic being like I. So I'll keep it to myself.
I'll keep it in until I can not. It is the best, possibly the only way for their trust to be granted to me. It's such a delicate thing. Trust. So easily given by some, yet also broken by others. It's happened many times, but I don't feel the pain anymore. I've become accustomed it. My feelings don't matter, though. They never will.
This is the POV of one of my new OCs, Amon. Sorry for the slow updates 😅
