Sacrifice...

“You dare say that to me?! That my choices, my actions caused all this? As if with you in my place, if you had to shoulder all my burdens and responsibilities for as long as I have, that you would do things differently? You deceive only yourself to claim you would ‘succeed’ where I had ‘failed’. Anyone would do the same as me in these circumstances. I’m just like you. Just like everyone else. Tell me with a straight face, right now, that if you had to choose between your family and a million lives, which one would you choose?”

[AN: My internet is being a bitch right now so have one off the top of the pile]

(#00648 - A283)

"Congratulations,” iced Justicer Makkou. “You saved the world from your self-inflicted apocalypse. Dare I ask what you’d have done if you chose the greater good?”

“But… I was saving my family… I put them in the shelter… It was sealed against all hazards. All of them.” Pryatt’s confidence imploded and fell to a whisper. “All of them… all of them…”

“Yes. You thought of everything.” Justicer Makkou crossed her arms. “Food, water, medication… even supplies to rebuild the world.”

“…i thought of everything… why? Why did they die and you live?”

“You forgot about fresh air,” said Justicer Makkou as she shoved Pryatt into an incarceration unit. “They suffocated while they were under sedation.”

“…why wasn’t there an apocalypse? There was supposed to be an apocalypse…”

Makkou had seen this before. A unique madness that lead the sufferer to prepare, obsessively, for an apocalypse that would never come. She’d never seen any go this far, before.

She would be prepared for the next one.

The poor bastard.

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