Flight School: Predator

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Some things would remain as they were, broken. Realistically speaking, human beings were fragile and, like the the wings of a butterfly, would tear, so easily, they would. Did anyone understand was what happening to him? FUNCTIONING. He wasn't. He searched and searched and searched dna noT FOUND. NO ANSWER NO ON

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His rationality had went and Iolani Tori was so tired of doing things alone, by himself, that he could search no longer so he lay on the floor, curled up on his side. Not one person understood what it meant to be Iolani Tori even though they said they did because even the people reading this don't understand him at all he says; insane. HE did not understand why aftre so long and so many words they didn't then what would? How many more words? 404ER

He waits for them to notice that being human did consist of feeling all emotions, as they were, no avoidacne but that was not a L L. What of the mind that he had lost? First time, he could not think. He couldn't think—the book didn't allow him to there was an ERROR that the mental torture\\he could stand no more. Did they understand the sort of mental NO SELF PITY

Mental torture. He writhed on the ground and convulsed till he threw; up on the body he rationalityei gone tired, tried, of doing things alone by himself that he could search no longer so he lay on the floor, curled up on his side, and fell asleep beside the body.

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He was screaming when he woke. When he woke, he screamed still. No one was beside him except a table full of gifts and flowers. Sunflowers; the colour blinded his eyes and made them burn and ache. He noticed that nothing was aching except the heart, the creature in the cage, and the only reason he noticed was because his mind had been lost. The cage was gone.

For the very first time, Io felt the pain of his existence that tread inside, so very painful without reason because that was how broken he was. He had been breaking inside and he had not noticed; the burden on his back all-too-heavy for him to bear and yet he stubbornly did. What Io had not known was that his condition was deadly. It was fatal—Iolani Tori was, without his mind, the most fragile person in the world and yET HE CONTINUED TO BEAЯ A WEITHG THAT WAS NOT MEANT FOR ANY HUMAN TO EBAR

he noticed that the book was prone to a momentary lapse of error, which he understood was, as well, his doing. He'd undone himself, too. He was the cause of everything.

He attempted to regain his consciousness and will, struggling to create for himself a cage that could hold the most vulnerable monster that seemed so prone to its own destruction and nothing else. A turn of his head caught the odd light of a trinket next to his bed. It was a tin of cookies.