“I looked at Hayle. “I’m yours, you’re right. I started with you, you end with me,” the voice said. “I wonder who you are, then,” Hayle said. “Because I’m not positive you’re Sylvester.” “I’m not. I’m every monster I’ve ever fought. Every enemy I’ve defeated. I’m Sylvester and I’m not. I’m the Noble that Sylvester will become.” A frown creased the space between his eyes. “The Noble you describe sounds like a monstrous one.” “Isn’t it?” the voice asked. “What a mistake you’ve made.” We stuck a knife between his ribs, and swiftly backed away, bringing the knife with us, so the wound could bleed freely, air escaping his lungs.” TwigSylvesterWildbowHayle Book:Twig Source: Twig
“Take away what they gave me, what they made me into, every place I really know, the people I love and the people I hate, and I’m not sure what’s left” PurposeTwigSylvesterWildbow Book:Twig Source: Twig
“A reason. Because you almost make an empty and cold part of me feel full and warm, you make me think it’s possible to leave old hurt behind and heal this wound, and that has nothing to do with your abilities as a field medic or doctor in training, I thought to myself. Because you’re genuinely nice to look at and be with. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I told her.” TwigSylvesterLilianWildbow Author:wildbow