The one who can't cope [p, alaric]

[CAUSTIC.]

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DR. CAUSTIC

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TOXIC TRAPPER
MACKENZIE VALLEY WOLF
TANGLEWOOD
"Humanity. It's just a word."

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Alaric would not appreciate the nihilism and pessimism with which Caustic viewed the world. The chemist's view of reality was twisted at best and horrifying at worst. Especially, as Caustic still clutched to his humanity, how he felt of the brainless lifeforms of prey animals.
They were meant to be used, just like every contender in the games. Every person was a test subject in the cold, calculating gaze of Caustic.
These thoughts go through his head, as he briefly stares at Alaric, then continues walking back to camp, stopping only to check if the tom was following. "I think you know exactly what I mean."

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime