flyawaythief:

“… Pandora. Said it was okay.” But the other’s right, and somewhere within the human is a thought that is taking shape, trying to agree and cry out, but it collapses under the weight of the stone jutting out of his chest. “It said I could give in… hurt them, make them stop chasing me? No, that wasn’t it. Hurt them. Make them pay… No, that wasn’t right either.”

In truth Pandora only wanted to test the extent of its manipulative capabilities. It could have picked any action it wanted, but it chose to make them kill. Which was proof just how potent its orders were – making them disobey something so deepy etched into their hearts.

“… We don’t know, Maju-Kai.” A hand wipes at his face, tears on his glove.

The thief paused a moment before sighing and moving to lean against the other’s side a bit. Something really did seem off, and he couldn’t bring himself to blame the other much for this…

“Then why not stop? Just because it’s saying it’s okay doesn’t mean you have to do it. Just means it really is influencing you, not controlling you entirely.” Though for all he knows, it could… “You can choose not to. If it makes you want to ‘play’ more, change the rules. You can hurt people, kill them even. So could I. Death is easy, and can come quickly. So, make the game to try and keep people alive. …That’s far harder. Especially with how Pandora makes you two act…”