Over his long life, Ink had learned pity.
Pity, and wrath that grew alongside it in a strange symbiosis.
Pity, because he knew Error's duty, which was opposite to his own, and wrath that neither of them could walk away from the fights.
He couldn't choose whether he wanted to fight for an AU's safety.
It was literally built into his code. He was unable to refuse.
Yet, he still had more freedom then Error.
No, the wrath was at that faceless being; the one that trapped them in their roles.
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