We keep moving.
We keep fighting.
I understand though.
He has control of the loop.
We can just wait until he runs out of mooks.
Or those mooks decide to join us.
Any war is one of attrition.
That is what this is.
I am being melodramatic.
No... No I am not.
None of what happened before has happened.
I have been coping otherwise.
I still cannot focus on the thing I call "blur."
I am uncertain if it is fear of pain or a physical limitation that stops me.
Salome taught me with knives.
The trick being to cut them many times.
Then go for the killing blow when they cannot resist.
It is odd not ignoring that and going for the quickest option.
A quick death feels more humane.
Though the idea of being humane does not fit with this.
It is not one person, but an order we must kill...