...Oh God.
Oh my fucking God.
This is fucking terrible, I'm going to a fucking psychiatrist!
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Damn Magi, I do not need to go to a fucking doctor, especially not one with fucking magical bullshit powers!
I enter the room, looking around, and there is that fucking damn psychologist, staring at me like I'm a fucking nutjob.
No, you're the fucking nutjob, get the hell off my case, bitch.
Alright, calm down. Calm down, calm down....
Much better. I don't need to be quite as profane as before, do I?
Me and the psychologist talk for a bit. The room is a blank white, her table mahogany, with assorted papers lying all around. There's a window, which shows a nice, scenic view of the park in the mental hospital. Lovely greenery they have, it's quite nice.
She asks a few questions, mostly about my rather... flexible mental state. She says it's unhealthy. Of course it's unhealthy, but...
Without this insanity, I can't help others. My life is worth less than theirs, and so I have to use my powers to keep others protected, safe.
Even if it's madness. Especially if it's madness.
"So, if you're calm enough, what happened at the end of the fifth Heaven's Feel?"
...
Fuck her.
Fuck her so hard she can't have fucking kids, damnit.
"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU NEED TO KNOW!?"
I slam my fist into the motherfucking table, managing to dent it. Thank the fucking lord I reinforce goddamn everything.
She looks at me, afraid, and asks the damn question again. This chick has balls, and I want to fucking castrate her.
I grab her shirt collar, and glare. Wait, fuck, I'm going into old habits. What the fucking ever, man. This bitch deserves a good choking.
"Don't. Fucking. Ask. You. Whore."
Then I toss her into the wall. She manages to get up...? Right, fucking magi therapist. God fucking damnit.
I wonder if there's mental magecraft affecting me. I don't think so. Or at least, I've never felt it since that fucking incident.
I sock her in the fucking gut, and after reinforcing my entire body, jump out the window.
It hurts, but not enough to be a fucking bother.
I'm doing this for you, Saber. You're going to have a fucking happy-ass life, whether you like it or not.
It's not safe, they say. Of course it isn't. It's fucking World War Three and the magical commmunity has gone to fucking hell. Have you ever heard of tank rounds being shot at fucking Dead Apostles? Magi being persecuted, just as fucking before, like the Salem Witch trials, that load of shit? We're all fucked, every secret being leaked out, one after the other.
I guess I was never able to fucking save Saber after all. Well, it's too fucking late now, and screw being a Counter Guardian. They're already trying to save humanity by fucking killing everything. But, you know what, fuck them, fuck humanity, and like, fuck everything.
All I want to do is protect the goddamn people in Phoenix, and they view me as a hero, so it's all fucking good.
"Yo, Knight, they're at the building three o'clock from here."
Bah, fucking shit.
"What's the enemy? CGs, Magi, milit- wait, they quit hating me. My bad."
"...Magi, we think."
"How many?"
"Shitloads."
"I'll take care of this, give me back up when I call, alright?"
"Are you cra-Er, never mind."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
I charge into the building, deflecting spells and blasting people to bits. Good fucking stuff. But when I get inside...
It's all a blur. There's blood on my hands, but I don't even know how it got there.
Well, no time for fucking questions. Got to go deeper.
And then, as I make my way to the top floor, having trounced the easy, pathetic ass magi, I suddenly realize why they were all down there.
To wear me down, because these eyes tell me these mages are not to be fucked with. Shit.
"Barrier Shell."
Fuck, I am stalling, and they're going to break it in seconds. Shit, shit, shit...
Time to pull out the big guns.
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