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[[include :scp-wiki:theme:basalt centertitle=a]] [[module css]] :root { --header-title: "SCP Foundation"; --header-subtitle: "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"; } [[/module]] [[div class="jotting"]] [[=]] Viewing attached document... [[/=]] [[/div]] ------ [[div class="blockquote" style="border-radius: 10px"]] = **Memory Log** ---- **Date:** 2019/08/31 **Subject:** O5-13 **Location:** Site-07, United States of America ----- [BEGIN LOG] Silence. It's the only thing that feels right after the hypocrisy of that meeting. "Strategic compliance?" They can't see the wood for the trees. The decision is final. The Cycle will continue. The Cessation will continue to be used as a tool. And Levi will pay the price. I can still feel the phantom cold of his hand in mine. It’s a chill that has already seeped into my bones, a constant reminder of my powerlessness. I sat in that call and said nothing. I abstained when I should have voiced my disapproval. But to stand alone and be overruled? To reveal my hand? I couldn't. So I sat there, complicit, while they signed his death warrant with euphemisms. Fuck, I feel so defeated. Not just tired, but hollowed out. A memory surfaced in the silence, sharp and painful. It was from before... all of this. We were on the coast of somewhere I can’t even remember the name of now. A stolen weekend. Levi, who spent his life experimenting with anomalies in a lab, became utterly captured by the simple physics of skipping stones. He must've thrown a hundred, completely absorbed and focused. And when one finally skipped four, five times? He spun around with a shout of laughter. His smile was so pure, so real, so full of uncomplicated joy. He looked at me like we had just conquered the ocean itself. Now, that joy doesn't exist. The hope in his eyes is forever gone. It hasn’t been replaced by anger or even fear, but by a quiet, devastating acceptance. He has accepted this half-life. He has accepted the pain. He has accepted that I, with all my power, cannot save him. He’s stopped asking me to. And that is the most profound defeat of all. In four years, he'll be gone. And I can't change any of it if I sit idly. The Council sees this as a tool, an advantage. An annual window of opportunity. The Ethics Committee sees a philosophical crisis. A breach of our mandate. Me? All I see are the medical reports. The disease gained another millimetre this time. A direct result of the Cessation. A little more of the man I love was carved away, and the other twelve people tasked with protecting reality decided that was an acceptable loss. They don't care. They can't afford to. And in their position, perhaps I wouldn't either. Even so, I'm here, and I will find a way to break the Cycle. I will tear the Cessation to pieces with my bare hands. I will shatter the pattern they hold so dear. Let them call it treason. Let them call it madness. I have upheld their rules for the sake of a world that asks for his life as an offering. I will not do it anymore. I will burn this entire, carefully ordered universe to the ground if it means he can feel the sun on his face one more time. [END LOG] [[/div]] ------ [[div class="jotting"]] [[=]] [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-9822/offset/7 View next document?] [[/=]] [[/div]]