I remember the last time I was caught.
As I said before, it was not a pleasent experience.
There were three of us.
Now it is just me...
A trio of bandits...hell-bent on opposing the xliez.
Of the people. For the people.
With the people.
We had freed some slaves and had hid them away.
After that, the xliez had increased the security of the other humans. To keep them. To kill them.
Whatever.
But we had our focus on information.
Why are the xliez scared of humans?
They hid it pretty well, but the lingering fear was still there.
And their weakness. We needed to know their weakness.
Because ten years had passed. Ten years, because the tenth anniversary will be in about two months.
I refuse to use the XST. Xliez standard time.
No, it was not fair for them to be a matyr. Matyrs should not exist in a place where willing humans who want to oppose the abusers are scarce.
They should not have died. I should not have been caught.
The rebels should have approached us sooner.
This should not have gone as it did.
I should not have been caught.
They would not have died.
My fault.
It was all my fault.
I should not have forgotten.
I should have hold on tight for them.
Amnesia...
I hate them.
Self pitying would not do anything. Change anything.
I need a wall. Something to hold.
This is not going to end well for them.
They will pay. For Terra. For Enigma. For all of them.
I can't remember...
But...
Something...something significant had happened in the centre.
That fear. The fear of humans. Proved legit.
Something controlling.
I can hear the silence. The cells, they are not opening!
I pushed against them.
Nitya. You said it will be there.
Forever.
The hole. You said it will hurt less.
No. No it does not.
Mentally unstable.
They claimed me, I was mad.
Kingston. You said you can help me.
Stop those aliens.
The inspection. The checking. Those aliens...
I feel mad.
Terra...I am sorry.
Enigma...I will remember what I do...
You should not have died.
I pulled their picture closer to me. My heart.
"Fireheart." Nitya called. "We have business to deal with and xliez to kill. Would you come?"
I set the picture down, pushing my intrusive thoughts away and followed her outside.
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