Many choices are made in life. I have done many, which have always led me to think: what would have happened if I had chosen differently?
Sometimes when I have to make a decision, it's like being inside a hurricane. I am in the middle of it and making a decision seems increasingly difficult every time there is a new choice to make.
-Are you willing to sacrifice everything for a deviant?- His voice came out like a roar, while my gaze is directed against the wall in front of me, while I'm sitting in the middle of the room.
If I'm willing to sacrifice everything?
I sacrificed something else for very little. But I do not answer, I remain silent to look in front of me, while the man in front of me keeps turning around.
-A machine, nothing more- he continues to say, as I do not move a millimeter. The machine he is alluding to is in the same room, standing in a corner watching us.
-How many times have I told you to leave?- He yells at me as he jaws his jaw.
-No matter how many times you told me- I answer firmly, looking ahead of me.
-You had made a promise- quietly whisper the man stopping in front of me. For a millisecond my gaze rests on him, on the car that is on the corner to observe us.
-The promises are not enough- I try to say harshly, but my voice falters at the end.
-Why have you allowed your feelings to bypass what was your mission! - His cry against me makes me shake, even seeing him move his gaze on me, the look that I looked so closely.
-But tell me ... - began moving away, approaching the car that was still staring at me.
-Could you kill to prove your reason? - he asked me by standing next to him, who with his composed posture continued to scrutinize me.
I looked at him for a moment, then looked ahead of me, clenching his fists and tightening his jaw.
-Would you kill to save his life?- He asked, pointing to the car next to him: RK800, Connor.
-Yes- I could not control my mouth, repenting immediately after closing my eyes and biting my tongue.
-And if I had to kill him? - he asks, provoking me, making me turn against them, meeting those eyes.
- I would kill myself to save him - my tone is stable, like my beating and my gaze fixed on him.
His face is bent to one side, his eyes empty as if he were thinking of something.
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-Your only mission was to capture devianes, not to fall in love with one of them. Connor, kill her- ordered the man next to him, who was waiting with his arms folded to watch the show.
I stood up, waiting for Connor to stand in front of me.
As soon as he was in front of me, I just smiled.
-Do what you need, Connor- I said, as I saw his gaze change, a different light, the same light that I saw in deviants.
-As you would have sacrificed your life for me, I would have done the same - with a quick movement Connor turns up the gun and firing a bullet in front of the man who folds arms folded on the ground, helpless.
