>>5324816No matter, you turn another few pages, stopping at yet another random point, and the entry you stop on catches your eyes.
<span class="mu-i">Met another mutant today who ended up catching me on the roof– said I’m not the only one who ended up like this. I guess not everyone gets the cool powers, but at least I got to talk to someone else besides
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Well, at least the guy got to made some friends before he got captured...
But the next entry you read, which is set about a couple of weeks later, has you quickly regretting your words.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">I will destroy this city and everyone in it until the day mutantkind is freed.</span></span>
All of the entries after that are of similar rhetoric scrawled in red ink, and at one point the words on them begin to blur until nothing on the pages makes sense. <span class="mu-i">No,</span> you think, watching as the red ink spreads across the pages like flowing water until there’s ink all over your hands. <span class="mu-i">(Or is that blood? You’re not quite sure.)</span> By the time you’ve dropped the book, the red liquid had been all-but gushing from the page.
The intruder, evidently, had been yet another victim of the Crux. In that regard, you think Valjean should’ve been the one sent to this place instead of you.
Because he deserved a trip through this electronic hellhole– not you.
Behind you, the TV continues to static, and, though you weren’t paying attention before, every so often the static clears up, enough that you can make out a few of the words.
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