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PERSPECTIVE SHIFT: Administrator --> RBA
<span class="mu-r">It's not fair. I'm supposed to be the strongest there is. Our nation is the strongest, most prosperous nation there is. The freakshits are meant to be insects crushed under our heel.</span>
<span class="mu-r">If that's so, why am I losing? Why did I die back there, in the trenches, like a dog? Why did I wake up in that apartment, made for someone so much smaller than me? Why was I locked in that cell?</span>
<span class="mu-r">I tried so hard to rip their skin off. To kill them like the freaks they are. I broke a woman's arm. I smashed the ribs of a man like it was nothing. Yet they survived. They got out. I lost.</span>
<span class="mu-r">I should've wanted to break out. To be free of this prison. To kill all of them. Yet, I didn't want to leave. The world I came from was tough, survival of the fittest, one where every man must stand for themselves. Yet they gave me all I ever truly wanted.</span>
<span class="mu-g">A good fight, a good meal, and someone who truly understood what I wanted. Comforts that are so rare in war.</span>
<span class="mu-r">Even now, they're giving me what I want. They're honoring me, giving me the respect I deserve. All of the trash talk, being outnumbered so much, it's only to be fair to me. It's the fight I deserve.</span>
<span class="mu-g">Perhaps these freaks aren't so bad after all. In this dance of blood and violence, I've learnt something. Even the tar sack of a leader is a strong fighter. Perhaps we have more in common after all. Perhaps you aren't freaks after all. Maybe you're just like me.</span>
<span class="mu-r">War has lost that personal touch, that human element. Everything is distant, depersonalized, honorless. You die like a dog out there in the battlefield. No one to remember you. Just another name on a list. Left to bleed out.</span>
<span class="mu-b">Perhaps this time, I can be honored in my death. To be truly, truly free. To become one with violence.</span>
SHIFT: RBA --> Administrator
Your vision clears up. You're laying on the ground, blood slowly oozing out of the scratch in your arm. You raise your head up, trying to see what the hell just happened.
The demon is back in his original form now but with dozens on dozens of deep, weeping cuts and horribly mangled bruises covering most of his body. His left arm has been hacked off completely, with his right arm pretty fucked up to.
It's impressive he's still alive. Your fighters aren't doing much better, with only Agent K having no major injury. The rest are beaten, bloodied, and overall ragged.
The demon stands up. Despite his healing stopping and blood oozing out of him like a fountain, he's not done. He grips his remaining fight tightly, ready for one last strike. "COME ON!" He snarls, still able to hold a commanding presence.
What do you do, Administrator? You don't think he's going to make it much longer.
>[BOUND BY DUTY] Give him a honorable death. Tell your fighters to finish the job. He deserves it.
>[HOPELESS WRECK] Walk away. Let him bleed out. You already won.
