Reflection [Completed]

LOG - XII

The Point Of No Return

I blinked my eyes a bit faster, letting out a yawn, hearing people talking.

" Wait, what?" I asked, not realising I wasn't sleeping. Just sleepy.

" Everyone aboard...Well, the top chains of command trust your actions." Stace rubbed her eyes and looked forlorn for a moment.

She let out a " Oh" and took out a box from her front pocket and threw them in her mouth, chewing them with a disgusted expression.

" High grade caffeine. Don't ask"

I nodded, understand what went aboard the Aegir. I connected the dots again.

This again?

THIS IS THE FINAL LOG! JUST DON'T INTERFERE!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

Pfft. Fine.

Too much caffeine leads to a lot of side effects. That's why her condition was worse than I expected. It causes sore limbs.

And that's why kids, don't do drugs.

I ain't even gonna bother asking anymore.

And that's what I want! Anyways, I'll take a quick break.

JUST GO ALREADY!

After that, we went on to discuss the landing simulation of the Aegir. And it took a long time. Real long...

" So, the hull should be constructed to a 'V' and should slide at an angle of 45 degree for maximum efficiency right? To cause the least turbulence and least damage to the ship itself." I suggested.

" Make it 30. Or it'll just wedge into the water and become a submarine. We don't want that, do we?" ATACC noticed as I started to sway, drowsiness kicking in again.

Don't joke around, me.

" And try to make it a smooth curve on the bottom. To let it slide and cause the pitch to sta-" And it happened again.

Oh, the heck. I've gotta go to sleep now? Again?!

I was sure I flopped on the table and hit my face but yeah, this should be something I should get used to.

And while the days weren't kind to me as usual.

But this time around, it was more vivid, more horrifying, and more and more making me second doubt myself and my decisions. At the worst time possible.

" Y-you di-did this, you monster..." This time, the body count was exceedingly high compared to only about a few dozen like last time.

Standing on top a sea of corpses. 

I will be the cause of their deaths. The cause of their demise. I will kill them all. I will look down to find dark, rich, blood in my hands.

Kicked out of my sphere of rationality by the words rummaging in my head, I wasn't able to put another facade on my face as I smile, ensuring them everything will be okay, while whimpering inside.

I waded among the lifeless bodies of the people I ruthlessly and selfishly murdered, just for the cause I wanted to be their saviour.

The one who protected Reflection. The one who let his fist childish desires take over and murdered the remnants of the human race.

The one who let everyone down.

The one who killed everyone.

The one who let the world be destroyed.