Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20190117013150/@comment-13488655-20190825174611

"*bzzt* D-D-Ddddddon't make me laugh. *static* The daughter I loved abandoned me long ago." The head of the machine muttered with a broken voice box called out, one last act of defiance as he laid on the floor. Wolfe created every part of this body. With that one move, he disabled the assassin trapped in the machine.

"... I never asked to be born. Maybe I was a mistake on my moms part. But at least be greatful for it you jack***. Unwittingly or not, I extended your life by several more years. If that doesn't make you at least a little happy, then I guess we're done talking." The hare called out to Mask as she knelt down near the head, knowing that her father could only lip read right now. Her tone wasn't ovverly harsh or demeaning. It was simply that of a daughter who was denied any sort of satisfying answer as to who her real parents were. A question over two decades old, now with a bitter answer.

".... Arrivederci, father...."

".... For a moment, I hoped you'd be like her. Well, looks like I'm disappointed once again. Keep on living, forever knowing you're nothing more than a failed child who was never wante-...." The head insulted once more, its voicebox fading into static but the eyes still glowing. He was damaged to the point he couldn't speak but, he was still alive, barely hanging on.