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Their helmets unfurl to reveal their faces

My na They want me to see their eyes as they kill me They want me to comprehend their superiority And each wants to deliver the blow, and with it declare theer than my decrepit bloodline They are the future, not the last blood of Lune who couldn’t even survive a week at the front And they want me to know it

I takeblade

“No bribe? No begging?” Seneca asks “I expectedfrom the entitled cur”

“As a human, I am entitled only to death”

“That’s the spirit” Seneca smiles with his pack “Kill the Pixie”

Seven Peerless butchers slip forward My left hand pulls the activation wire of the firebrand payload, I drop the seat lining, and toss the payload into the air I bury my face in the sand

The air stills as the firebrand detonates overhead It releases no kinetic wash of energy, only spashter than that of a nuclear explosion It makes no sound

Even with o blind

But so do the bare-faced killers As they screa their retinas, I search myself for the fear that has stalked me since I landed on this planet I need not search further than what I felt in the hydra burrow Fear writhes like a dark,Roaring Not fear of death Fear of failure Fear of being a fool Fear of inconsequence Fear of being alone Fear of proving I arandots

But the Mind’s Eye waits for love

I am the last of its acolytes

It is not Grandmother’s any as a boy as she did as a girl Fear is the torrent

My transition into the folds of har

My eyes may be blind, but my mind sees