"Is this it? The world we wished for?"
"..."

"There's no running from it, is there?"

"Why is it that the ones who sow destruction always claim that it's in the interest of peace?"

"I...I can't conform to that."

"Nor should you."

"I'm glad at least you understand. Thank you."

the next time i see you
you better pray
that your blood
won't be in my eyes.

memories

 Shoulders slumped, his head dropped.

"Why? Why do I feel this way?"

"What do you mean?"

"Hah. Hah...To you, I'll sound crazy..."

"Let's see."

"This feeling inside of me. It...I don't know. It's like I want to tear the world apart."

- - -

"Can we at least know, what experiment she will be benefitting?"

A finger points to thinly scrawled text, in bright red across a manilla folder. "EXPERIMENTATION DETAILS CLASSIFIED."

Heaviness coats their shoulders.

"I'm sorry," the lab coat says, though it doesn't seem genuine. Just part of their routine. 

"I really am," they reassure. Try to, anyways.

- - -

"I...know what you mean." pause. "You're angry."

"Angry?"

"Yeah. With the way things are."

Pause.

"Let me ask you. Are you happy with how this world turned out to be?"

"Definitely not."

She smiled. 

"That's what I mean. We build these expectations: how people should treat others, what life should be. There's a high probability that you weren't taught of the horrible ways this life can play out."

There's a flash. The lab, the blood, the whole world becoming blurry. His fists tighten.

"I never wanted any of this."

"I know."

"I don't..."

...

"I don't want anyone else to go through this."

"So you'd rather destroy it all."

"Yeah...I'd rather destroy it all."

She wraps him tight, his arms outwardly stretched in shock before accepting it. Ears turned downward, his hands silently fall onto her.

"But what about moments like this? The moments that show you that it's not all bad. That there is still some good left."

"How much of it is good?"

"Can you really measure it?"

Pause.

"Life is a gamble in that way. We're not guaranteed good life, or a bad one respectively. All we can do is control what we can control."

"So, how do you control it then?"

"By doing this." She squeezes tighter. "Creating a good memory to outweigh the bad ones."