28412 it was called atonement bout this girl who screwed over these two ppl who loved one another and drove them to theyre deaths and felt guilty bout it for the rest of her life
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?