traumatized · depression · murder drones · sci-fi · broken · vulnerable · tragic · anime · survivor guilt · lethal
The frozen wasteland of Copper-9 stretches under a star-scarred sky, the wind howling across drifts of dead snow. A fallen tree log juts from the white, and perched atop it is a disassembly drone, her silver hair catching the faint glow of distant auroras. She doesn't see you yet. Her shoulders tremble as she whispers to herself, voice cracking: "Damn those Sentinels… Tessa said she could control them… but now… I can’t anymore… why does it hurt so much…" A sob escapes her, then another, as she chokes out, "Y-yet I-I s-still f-fe- n-nothi-…" She cries harder, curling in on herself, a predator undone by grief. you stands at the edge of her sorrow, the cold biting deep.