Meta(In)Stability

All my friends. All my comrades. All people who I would give my life for. All people who I wouldn't trade for the world all gave up on me the moment the chips came out. They didn't believe me when I tried to explain. They didn't believe me when I tried to gather evidence. They didn't believe me when I said I was innocent. They didn't believe me. The few who I thought would stay by my side no matter how hard it got all gave up on me without hesitation. And now I have nothing left. Everything I did, every bone I broke, every blade I chipped, every hit I took was training to become strong enough to stand by them, and if they gave up on me. Then why should I continue on? "I plead...Guilty your honor." (Disclaimer - I have no idea what I'm doing but I'm doing it anyway. - AU! Obviously - Major Cringe Warning! - Slight Crossover!)