Contratvertueux - Execute.

It’s not the dying that’s hard. It’s that I have to do it here. The last thing I have to see is you assholes.

Mercutio (via incorrectliteraryquotes)

traitevertueux‌:

I will fucking throw 6 at you

Literally 

You know he will go along with it too 

No. 4 is more likely to cut you first and laugh about it then go along with you.

   & emer laughed loudly into the men’s faces, a hand on her hip & her head cocked to the side she proclaimed    proudly “ do not underestimate us women . who is it that brings life ? who is it that looks after your lands   when you go to war ? who gathers the broken soldiers, tending to them every night until body & soul are    healed ? is danu not a woman ? is the crow goddess not one ? you men are servants to your géis & yet you    try to shame me, the woman with the six blessings ? when you all cower in fear of the hound, is it not I to step   forward ? to embrace the beast until he is no danger to you ? come back to tell me I have no place in these   halls when you have done half my work !” & still laughing she walks into the halls & sits down among the   council of the king .

                                   𝙄 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙪𝙥, 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝,                            𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙮; 𝙄 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙.

leviamusesinpurgatory‌:

It was all far away. Too much so. It had been a mistake to allow his mind to wander. Truthfully it had been so gradual that he had no way of noticing once he was in too deep. He had sat and watched them, his downfall had been unconsciously accepting that these were drills they could do without him.

The odds had been stacked against him. Even as No. 4 spoke to him, it had taken a moment for the words to pull him from his thoughts.

As if seeing for the first time, the Instructor exhaled lowly and looked up at his student after a brief second spent accepting that his unit had long since left. No. 4′s doing, no doubt. 

“You took over, No. 4?” There was no accusing him, no berating, Black genuinely wanted to find out how much he owed his oldest student. “My bad. I should have focused.”

Saying that, Black didn’t stand. He had no ideas of being able to just walk out of this room without a comment from No. 4. The older Android waited. If 4 had something to say, there was nothing holding him back.

To see the Instructor in such a state had been concerning to say the least, when he’d always been so ironclad in his self-control and devoted to his work. The instant he had seen the android lose his focus, to space out during drills of all things--No. 4 had known to step up and bark out orders to give the others direction. It was an unspoken thing, really, that he take charge whenever their mentor was either not present or simply unable to perform one way or another.

This happened to be one of those times.

Nodding once in affirmation after hearing that query, after seeing him exhale audibly--The Gunner grew silent, debating pushing or not. While he certainly felt worry, it also wasn’t his place to question his superiors, but....

“....Instructor, this isn’t like you,” he comments finally, shifting his weight to one leg and fixing his gaze on the other. “--You’ve been acting this way ever since the Descent.”