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[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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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.