He had killed his own son.
Sure it was an accident, sure he didn’t mean to do it. But when did that ever matter?
He had killed his own son.
Sure it was an accident, sure he didn’t mean to do it. But when did that ever matter?
10 Years Ago
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Levi Prime stood in the middle of his lounge room, a multitude of bruises beginning to bloom about his body under his outfit.
The Seeker.
That is what Levi Prime had called him. It had been months since he had been given that name and it had stuck in his brain. He didn’t think of himself as Levi, that felt like a stranger, a particularly vivid dream.
I had been sitting there in the dark for almost an hour now, the night outside casting lurid shadows.
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