u/RedVoid23

I'm currently... Doing well (I say, as I'm surrounded by the mutilated corpses of several Index Proselytes and even a few Messengers.)

Ngl though, I think I might have this little thing called 'Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder' from my fight against that Index Proxy, but hey! It's nothing that slaughtering half a district's worth of Index forces can't fix!

... When was the last time I smelled anything other than blood? ... Doesn't matter. I have to hunt. I have to kill. I have to avenge.

For my Big Brother, for my siblings... I have to... I have to... I have to... I must kill.

I have to keep killing... I have to keep fighting... I...

I am so tired...

... Hey siblings, why is there a woman humming outside?

I tried to deny it. I tried to argue that, in the grand cycle of the City, we Middle are different, you’re right.

Maybe, in the grand calculus of this rotten shithole of a world, The Five Fingers aren’t all that different from each other.

Maybe we are all the same, just cogs perpetuating an endless cycle of hatred and suffering. But guess what?

I don’t care.

I joined The Middle to make sure that the names of the Siblings who died in that opera house in District 1 aren’t forgotten. To eventually find Aerium Office, and carve the names of the siblings they killed into every inch of their corpses.

Now, I fight to protect my family, and to avenge my siblings should they be hurt or worse. And Nothing Else.

I don’t care about some philosophical bullshit about the City’s ‘Flow’ or whatever. I don’t care about the prescripts and their supposed importance to the ‘Will’ of the City.

You killed my siblings, 13 little brothers, and 7 little sisters… You… You killed my Big Brother RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES!

MY TEARS WERE THE LAST THING HE EVER SAW!! HIS LAST WORDS TO ME WERE HIS APOLOGY, BECAUSE I HAD TO WATCH YOU DESTROY HIS BRAIN!

… And for that, that… ATROCITY, there’s only one singular punishment suitable, for the entirety of the Index, starting with you, Proxy. A punishment I, as a Little Brother of the Middle, shall enact.

… Complete, and Total Extermination.

I honestly think he actually had an idea about what was going on and was honestly just disgusted at them for cheating on a married woman.

I KNOW that this man probably went home feeling like absolute shit for simply being involved in this disgusting act of disloyalty.

In fact, I shall personally christen him as “Cheale D. River.” A name which stands for “Cheating Lesbians Driver.”

He is the unwitting taxi driver for all of the cheating lesbians of the Absolute Universe. He hates his job, but must continue to exist in the capitalistic hellscape that is his world.