Lenny chuckled lightly. "Let guess. You are thinking, 'Why hasn't this bastard co to save ?' Well, I hate to break it to you, but I do believe you have misplaced a lot of things. COMMON SENSE is one of them!
Look around you. Where do you think you are, the City of Milk and Honey? Well, that is next door, but still. It might as well be a million miles away right now.
This is the fucking Wastelands. Out here, brother eats brother, and mothers get pregnant just to sell off their own babies for a little at. Or, in many cases, get pregnant just to eat their at.
What the fuck makes you think you are so special?
Son of an Alpha, child of your mother? Hahaha! What a divine joke! Your existence right now is only as valuable as the next shit on the roadside."
As Lenny talked, the old woman continued her work ever judiciously and without interruptions.
Victor's left eye was slowly coming to a permanent, close-like mouth. In his head, his vision was slowly replaced by sothing else.
It was vague, but after a short while, he could tell what it was.
At the mont, he was seeing through the sealed-off eyes of the old woman. At the sa ti, he was seeing through the eyes of every person that had been sealed into the wall.
What's more, he slowly started to feel their biting hunger, their pain, and their desire for relief. At the sa ti, he listened to Lenny's words.
Truly, he was starting to beco like them. He was turning into one of those on the walls.
Victor had had many experiences in his life. Especially when it ca to the different plans that Curtin had for his life.
There was also the most recent one that resulted in the loss of the remaining supporters that he had except for Moses and the other guard.
That ti, he felt fear for his life. Like any person, he did not want to die, and thus, the fear he felt was quite normal.
However, that ti was much different from now.
At least back then, he was afraid, but he still had his status and thus his importance.
But as of this mont, things had totally changed.
Victor had heard Lenny's words loud and clear, and like water sinking into a sponge, they sank into his heart.
Being pulled into the shoes of those that were on the wall, he truly felt it. He truly felt the gross insignificance that his existence had in this world.
After all, whether it was a holess man or woman, a deadbeat child, an insignificant beggar, a stray pirate, a murderer, or even a cannibal, it was all the sa.
Victor could feel it all. Their pain, like a million ants, slowly crept into his mind with every dig of the needles into his flesh.
But that was not all, with their pain also ca little flashes of mories that had managed to still linger, regardless of them losing themselves to the uncomforting darkness that the wall provided.
Happiness cos from the simple smile of a loved one, and sadness cos from the harsh touch of hunger. Pleasure from the simple kiss of a lover; pain from the harsh kiss of a whip.
The whipping troubles of a slave wishing for freedom and the consequences of adventure suffered by a pirate
The enjoynt of a rchant with plenty and the invasion of a thief with a debt
At this mont, Victor's mind was flooded with all this mix of emotions that were not his to behold, flooding his senses and clogging his mind.
He was only fifteen, but in this mont, he might as well have aged several hundred years.
After all, a person's mind and character were molded by the experiences in life that they suffered through.
A child born in peaceful tis would always see life from a view much different from a child born in chaotic tis.
Neither view was wrong, just circumstances pissing on them all.
And right now, Victor has been given the privilege to live it all. Although the broken, fractured mories were all muddled, it was still an experience that words could not describe.
Just when Victor felt as if this new world was going to swallow him like the insignificant ant that he had now realized he was, he suddenly heard a voice.
It was bold, strong, and filled with WILL, piecing through the whirlpool of mories like a hot knife through butter, parting their loud drowning echoes with the warmth of conviction and purpose.
Of course, the mont he heard this voice, he knew who it belonged to.
It was the man that he had now co to hate so much just because he had been left to suffer the adverse effects of his helplessness.
However, in this stormy sea that seeked to make him one with its unforgiving waves, this voice brought words that dug even deeper into his chest.
What Victor did not know was that Lenny was, at the mont, using his ability: The Influencer.
Lenny's words ca with strength but were soft when they settled in his ears, miraculously still deafening in his head.
"Let ask you, Victor. When you were taken, did you struggle? No! Did you fight for your life?
Did you do whatever it took to survive? Did you stab your way through or even bite your way to freedom?
When your hand or your leg was captured, did you cut it off at any cost?
Did your fingers dig into the ground, blood leaking from them as you crawled your way to freedom?
Or rather, after your hands were taken away from you, you used your teeth to drag yourself up.
Tell , Victor! You stay there and judge even now, and yet you have done nothing to deserve the freedom I can offer.
Is it not a sha? EVEN DOGS WILL BITE FOR THEIR FREEDOM..."
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