|"Your existence is not my obligation."|
Education is a GunEducation is a gun. When you first pick it up, you may not be sure how to use it. You may not be aware of its potential. Heck, you might not even know what the point of it is.
But gradually, you will learn. You will learn how to hold it and marvel its body, so mechanical yet so full of life. You will learn to load it, hearing the bullets of knowledge click past your ears. The noise will scare you at first, and doubt will assail your thoughts. Are you really good enough to wield it?
Eventually you learn to cock the gun. The readiness, the excitement that bubbles from the gun makes you smile. At last, you are in control. Your teacher then asks you to point at the target. A boy grins at you. You recoil; you can't shoot a child, surely. Then the child transforms. It becomes square-ish, box-like; it becomes a TV. Propaganda blares out from suited leaders, deluding hundreds of poor, illiterate people clinging to hope rather than fact.
Your teacher steps in and utters the word.
AU Ch.4 - But the Light refused to Die
At last the sight of the Walls, colored of a pinkish orange for the late afternoon lights, enbrightened her heart. She's finally before the Last City, the long chanted Great Machine and, most of all, before the Light. Tired for the long journey, she collapsed on her knees as she removed once more her helmet off the head, placing it on the ground. A cry of joy was all she could do with her arms stretched out to the air filled of life.
"We...we made it alive guys! Ah, I still can't believe that!" Then her arms slowly lowered down, her expression frowning thoughtful at each passing second.
"Yes indeed!" The crow hopped from the room of a rusted car and flapped beside the Ghost.
"Uh, now I have to organise what to say to reach the Tower without being shot down. Surely some Guardians will come out to check of my presence here. Crow? Do you still have the datas about our travel to come here? You'll be our best witness alongside the Ghost to say that I am no threat
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