mortui vivos docent [85th Finale]
Aug 26, 2020 4:47:27 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Aug 26, 2020 4:47:27 GMT -5
Is this just a game to you? Do neither of you have a heart?
Just kids playing the game.
This isn't a fucking game.
Enough! Enough!
What choice did he have, but to keep fighting?
What choice had they given him, from the moment they'd called his name and dragged him into a problem of someone else's making, but to fight for every scrap of ground he could regain and climb his way back out at the top?
Jade shoves him away before he can grab her weapon. He stumbles back just far enough, avoiding the swing that follows. Pain shoots up his leg and forces spots to appear on the edges of his vision. The cemetery around the four of them is spinning.
Where had everything gone so wrong?
He'd thought himself to be like Mace - "We needed you and you fucking left" - or like Ansgar - "I had thought you were a temptress." Of all the victors in the past few decades, the men of Ten were among the most respectable, which was a lot more than he could say for examples like Katelyn or Patricia. It should have come down to the two of them, just like it had for Mace and Ansgar, so he could put Kahinta in her place once and for all. That thought had been bubbling in the back of his mind since Kahinta had abandoned them: that nothing good came of those who were disloyal, and the tides would surely turn in his favor when it came time for him to face off against her again with blades instead of words. The other victors had no trouble setting aside whatever connections they'd had in order to punish their former allies for their transgressions, so what right did some drunk girl have to judge where his heart was?
What right did any of the three have to judge him?
Kahinta lunges for him again. He teeters on the edge of the pit, feeling the unstable dirt begin giving way and crumbling into the open pit beneath his feet. She wanted him to be buried there, in the grave she'd dug; he would not give her the satisfaction. Even as the ground itself betrays him, as his legs finally give out from under him, as he desperately kicks up a cloud of dirt in his scramble for balance before pitching forward into the earth and landing sideways, awkwardly outstretched against the sides of Kahinta's grave.
Just kids playing the game.
This isn't a fucking game.
Enough! Enough!
What choice did he have, but to keep fighting?
What choice had they given him, from the moment they'd called his name and dragged him into a problem of someone else's making, but to fight for every scrap of ground he could regain and climb his way back out at the top?
Jade shoves him away before he can grab her weapon. He stumbles back just far enough, avoiding the swing that follows. Pain shoots up his leg and forces spots to appear on the edges of his vision. The cemetery around the four of them is spinning.
Where had everything gone so wrong?
He'd thought himself to be like Mace - "We needed you and you fucking left" - or like Ansgar - "I had thought you were a temptress." Of all the victors in the past few decades, the men of Ten were among the most respectable, which was a lot more than he could say for examples like Katelyn or Patricia. It should have come down to the two of them, just like it had for Mace and Ansgar, so he could put Kahinta in her place once and for all. That thought had been bubbling in the back of his mind since Kahinta had abandoned them: that nothing good came of those who were disloyal, and the tides would surely turn in his favor when it came time for him to face off against her again with blades instead of words. The other victors had no trouble setting aside whatever connections they'd had in order to punish their former allies for their transgressions, so what right did some drunk girl have to judge where his heart was?
What right did any of the three have to judge him?
Kahinta lunges for him again. He teeters on the edge of the pit, feeling the unstable dirt begin giving way and crumbling into the open pit beneath his feet. She wanted him to be buried there, in the grave she'd dug; he would not give her the satisfaction. Even as the ground itself betrays him, as his legs finally give out from under him, as he desperately kicks up a cloud of dirt in his scramble for balance before pitching forward into the earth and landing sideways, awkwardly outstretched against the sides of Kahinta's grave.
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[Oberon kicks a chunk of dirt in Lysander's direction (blunt projectile)]
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