You grip onto the badge as tightly as you can; You swear that you're starting to crush it with your force. You take in a deep breath and point a finger from your free hand towards the Outsider.
"I get you. Time's a scythe. Constantly and relentlessly trimming, dividing, cleaving in twain the clasped-together hands of those we love."
"Your ideals, values, virtues and flaws were grounded up by this relentless pursuit of time. Until you were just a shell like me. But look at me. This free bird, still defending his dying light inside his cage."
"Do you see our sparks? The ones that refuse to fade? Can you see the soul who stared at ^(!*F)SIM and remained with something? With enough time, we can escape anything."
<span class="mu-i">Trillions of years have passed by for me. Every moment the exact same. Everyone following through the same script.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Yet for this single moment, an abnormality in the space-time continuum was detected. The loop was off by three seconds.</span>
<span class="mu-i">Perhaps there can be change yet. Who says if we'll be able to see it in our lifetimes?</span>
<span class="mu-i">Perhaps there was just a fluke in the readings. I have to confirm it.</span>
<span class="mu-g">For a moment, the Outsider stops dead in its track; It hasn't moved an inch from the wall it's stuck in.</span>
[DYING LIGHT] It's too set in its way to stop but, perhaps, you helped it realize something. Helped this monster in some way.
A warm buzz floods around your soul. The police badge is red hot in your hands, burning away at your palm.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sjh0gY5PuYI - GREATER GOOD RESOANCE [OASIS] A rebel fights for one. A revolutionary fights for many. A rebel fights in battles. A revolutionary fights against ideas. A rebel does not need to worry about how others perceive them.
[DYING LIGHT] A revolutionary must inspire others to take up the cause, even though it places them at risk.
"I...I've sacrificed a lot too, you know." Tar leaks out of your mouth, rusted steel crawling up the left side of your face. "K-kept my distance from everyone. But I can't do that. Not anymore."
"I'm..." Phi and Felix watch on with absolute dread. But why? You're helping them. "I'm the Administrator. I am their leader."
"I-I-I can't. I can't do this alone. No, th-the Administrator can't do it. H-he's hollow and n-not what's needed here."
"Z-Zeta, calm down! I-I know you're trying to help! I do!" Phi's nervous smile reminds you of a better time. "But you need to focus!"
Felix stays silent at first, reloading his revolver. He lets out a frost-filled sigh. "Phi. Just step back, okay? I don't think you can reach him right now."
<span class="mu-i">Code 8, we need backup! Drag all available units closer to the area! We need every office we can get!</span>
<span class="mu-i">There's supposed to be three officers here. Yet we only see two. C'mon, get up, Zeta.</span>
<span class="mu-i">An ETF agent might not be a proper officer but you're close enough! Let's show them what we got!</span>
[???] Ha. Hahaha. Hahahaha.
