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[accidental video] Losing My Religion
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summoningcalm.livejournal.com[The feed starts with a jolt, but the image is flickering. Obviously, it is filming from the floor, at a strange angle.
Braska, free of robes and undressed to just his light cotton pants, is seated on a threadbare blanket on the ground, tending severe wounds of various nature. His little adventure with Kefka has left him in the worst of states.
The place where he's found refuge is obviously overrun with moogles, as the 'kupo! kupo!' is rather audible outside. For those who know it, they'd recognise the surroundings outside the doorway as Madain Sari. He just felt it the safest place for him to escape to. Kefka really broke him, in more ways than one. He'll never forget this. Never.
Dabbing at a few of the worst wounds with a damp cloth, Braska sighs softly. Where was Yevon to save him this time? What sort of god lets that imposter make him suffer like that? Isn't it Yevon who protects and casts judgement? Braska doesn't know what to think of his faith anymore.]
Lord Yevon... why? Why? [His voice is soft and he shakes his head, his hands trembling. He wants to lose his control like Jecht. He wants to be as level-headed as Auron. Damn that imposter. Damn that torture.]
Damn Yevon... [He speaks in a whisper, his gaze falls and he just silently continues treating his wounds until the feed times out.]
Braska, free of robes and undressed to just his light cotton pants, is seated on a threadbare blanket on the ground, tending severe wounds of various nature. His little adventure with Kefka has left him in the worst of states.
The place where he's found refuge is obviously overrun with moogles, as the 'kupo! kupo!' is rather audible outside. For those who know it, they'd recognise the surroundings outside the doorway as Madain Sari. He just felt it the safest place for him to escape to. Kefka really broke him, in more ways than one. He'll never forget this. Never.
Dabbing at a few of the worst wounds with a damp cloth, Braska sighs softly. Where was Yevon to save him this time? What sort of god lets that imposter make him suffer like that? Isn't it Yevon who protects and casts judgement? Braska doesn't know what to think of his faith anymore.]
Lord Yevon... why? Why? [His voice is soft and he shakes his head, his hands trembling. He wants to lose his control like Jecht. He wants to be as level-headed as Auron. Damn that imposter. Damn that torture.]
Damn Yevon... [He speaks in a whisper, his gaze falls and he just silently continues treating his wounds until the feed times out.]
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