A low keen makes its way past my vocaliser before I cut it off.
I’m too far away.
Too far to help.
Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage.
Is this where all my creations are to end?
“No wind beneath my wings.Creator.”
What is it doing?
Still we fall.
Even if this war is to end here and now, in this war torn organic world, for me, it is already over.
It ended long ago.
I just didn’t realise.
It’s been a long time since I saw my little femme.
Before war took her spark and molded it into a killer.
If I had seen where this was going I would have run a long time ago.
A flash of light.