Your attention turns to the first fallen TYRANT. She, admittedly, is not as culpable in the extreme travesty you have witnessed with your own two beady eyes. She however enables the other TYRANTS to get away with their sins so it is a necessary sacrifice. Maybe if she were less crucial you could have spared her but alas that will never come to pass. Her death was meant to be and that was that.
She also kicked over your cans whenever she walked by them so good riddance to bad rubbish. Bitch.
You beat her senseless with the FANTASTIC DEVICE that had opened your eyes. It also opened her eyes when you introduced it to her as well as her skull. The result is the motionless corpse before you and the gratuitous blood in the environment. You shake her shoulder to see if there is life left somewhere in her but there is no response. You test her wrist but there is no pulse.
Proceeding to hit her head a few more times also draws no response. She is unquestionably deceased.
You pensively examine your hand and see a bit of the TYRANT'S BLOOD in your palm.
It's still very strange to you that she bled this blue color. The memories of rich red staining the Battlefield felt incredibly horrific but this doesn't make you feel much of anything. It was as if you splattered a balloon full of paint and called it a day. You suppose you must only feel put off by the color that you and others of your kind bleed whereas this felt surreal.
>WV: lick the blood. It'll give you cerulean strength and resistance.
It is tempting
but you must refuse. This is still blood and regardless of its silly color you can't imagine it'd taste very good.