you’re clancy

god its over, its over, its over. you made the wrong decision. you are in a bad place. your mental health is deteriorating. you need a distraction — something to keep you quiet, shut your mind up.

We are all one people striving for hope and victory, not more tyranny. Clancy must know that!

the message replayed in your head. no. you will defeat dema. you dont need the banditos. you will overpower the bishops, victory will become yours!-

“-Clancy!”

the door opened. you hear torchbearers voice and look up from where you were sitting at the fireplace of the cabin you shared with the other leader, pausing all of the greatly profound, yet disturbing thoughts. you didn’t want to think at all

torch stood at the door.

“so what about that shit you pulled earlier, huh? walking away- pretending you didnt see me! that goddamn fucking stole, i swear-“

it was all too much. you needed a distraction. something to shut you up.