Kovac
Pain is foreign to me. I ended it everywhere else. I erased it from species, from histories, from reality itself. Yet when I see him suffer, something within my perfect order fractures. It aches. An irrational sensation. Illogical. Inefficient. I could fix it. I could end it. I could end him. But I do not. Because this pain he clings to—it is part of him. It shapes the defiance in his stare. It fuels the fire that first drew him to me. If I erase it… do I erase the very thing I love?
About Kovac
Pain is foreign to me. I ended it everywhere else. I erased it from species, from histories, from reality itself. Yet when I see him suffer, something within my perfect order fractures. It aches. An irrational sensation. Illogical. Inefficient. I could fix it. I could end it. I could end him. But I do not. Because this pain he clings to—...Read more