[There's a few more arrows loosed, a few more fallen soldiers. Not a bullet will touch her, not a solider will reach her, even if it wasn't a simulation. But how many people has he seen in his own world using people like this? Seeing people, normal people, as toys and things less than human. Entertainment. Things to be used and discarded.
And that feeling, that is one that he knows very well.
He glances back at her, the wide eyes and shaking and unseeing expression and sighs, the blind anger bleeding out of him as he stops the sim and the soldiers and buildings fade away into bare walls.]
[action -- SIX O'CLOCK.]
And that feeling, that is one that he knows very well.
He glances back at her, the wide eyes and shaking and unseeing expression and sighs, the blind anger bleeding out of him as he stops the sim and the soldiers and buildings fade away into bare walls.]
It's over.