a pathetic obligation to live | Bubby/Annie

Mustered confidence is rarely enough if not coupled with follow through.

I had told myself, the odds aren’t in my favor. I needn’t forget that. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try. I didn’t want to believe I could win, but I didn’t want to lay down and die either.

But how do I try? Throwing around a sword around aimlessly wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Being thought the ‘fool of the 88th’  wouldn’t keep anyone from spearing me in the gut.

I didn’t want to bother anyone. I didn’t want to weight my sob story on someone else’s shoulders.

But it was her job right? She didn’t ask for it, no. But, it was her responsibility. To help me. That was my mustered confidence.

So I knocked on the door of Annie Morrisen, hoping strong advice and good intentions could win me the games. But she answered the door, and suddenly I felt like a dandelion surrounded by a swarm of bees.

“Uh, I- Annie, I.. Can you help me?” Pause. “Win I mean. I know you’re probably putting all your time into Areto because she can actually handle herself, but please. I’m too scared to die.”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the lack of follow through.

You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it
I had a bad feeling