colby. d2. wip!

If Mercie and I are two halves of a whole then I'm definitely the empty space and she's what fills us up. It's not her fault that she's brilliant any more than it's my fault I'm not, it's just the truth. We walked into Career Training with stars in our eyes, she became one. I fizzled out, dropping swords on the very first day and lagging behind with a half-assed push-up. Mercie had practiced beforehand when I was off taking silly photographs with my friends, perhaps I should have practiced too. But in the moment it had made me happy and I can't regret being happy. Cause then what do I have left? Misery?

Certainly not glory. Sissy's got that. It's okay though, it's not her fault. She's brilliant, Merc. Not afraid to show it, either. All balance and thought, I'm clumsiness and instinct. Not terrible, not great - just mediocre. A few shining moments scattered across the two years of lessons and tests and fighting, but nothing worth noting down. Nothing outstanding. But Mercie? She is outstanding.

My sister. My twin. If we weren't just that I'd probably hate her, fueled by jealousy and rage - but how could I be? We run this place; Baby Careers as named by the jeering older kids. And I love her, and I support her, and I know damn well if they dropped her in the arena right this second she'd come out with skin between her teeth and blood on her hands and glory sitting on her head in the form of a crown. How could I hate her when all I want to do is support her? Who wouldn't want to support Mercie Blackwell?