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[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

[Father's Day? Jack is oblivious. He's just wandering the hallways as usual, freshly drugged up on toluene and eyes open for any hostiles. Sure, this wasn't Liberia... he realized that much now. But Solidus never told him to stop patrolling. So there he is, a ten year old soldier with an AK in his grasp, ready to kill any hostiles he happens to come across. The Small Boy Unit band on his arm remained to serve as a reminder to Jack; he was the leader of the unit, even if it wasn't here yet. For now, he had to treat them all as MIA. He didn't miss them, but he was incapable of it. He was incapable of any real emotion like this.]


((HAPPY FATHER'S DAY SOLIDUS, YOU KNOW GUILT IS THE BEST GIFT EVER :D Open for anyone to run into~))

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[nomorenanos.livejournal.com]

No, you grow up to be an excellent man. I couldn't know better. I simply don't know how to make you happy.

[Just another reason why trying to help this one would probably backfire. He can't even make a relatively stable adult happy.]

But I assure you, there is much more to your life than this.

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

...I don't care what I grow up to be.

[And it's obvious; the boy cares for nothing, really. His eyes are empty, devoid of any real emotion aside from the occasional flicker of annoyance.]

I don't care for happiness. I don't care for pain. I don't care for tears. All that matters is that I am a good Devil and kill who I am told to kill. Otherwise, I don't care.

[nomorenanos.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't like what he hears. Particularly not when it begins to remind him of himself during the past five years.]

[He suddenly very much wants to talk to his Jack.]

How would you like to be trained in advanced knife fighting, Jack?

[Maybe he can find a way to get the kid to trust him, and slowly help him from there.]

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

I already know how to kill someone with a knife.

[He pulls out his blade again, staring at his reflection in the cold metal.]

...I got this on my tenth birthday. I felt for just the right spot, and I slit the throats of ten prisoners.

[And he hadn't felt a thing whilst doing it.]

They were my candles. Sir said if I didn't blow them all out I wouldn't get my wish... but I didn't care for the wish. My wishes never come true. I was only doing what I was told.