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Post by Emma T. Baskerville on Jul 19, 2011 19:50:22 GMT -6
Red wondered if he had misunderstood something that Ko- what had the killed called himself again? Ko? Kyou? Something along those lines. In his head, he'd just call him Kay for now. The 'mission' that Kay had suggested was not in keeping with what he said next. Red shook his head, perhaps he had misunderstood. His ears - heck, the rest of him - was not exactly stellar when he was distracted.
Still, all this talk of 'being a man' felt a little... forced. Did Kay truly understand what it took to be without qualm or doubt? Perhaps some would see it as a strength but such total dedication did lead to pain - and on occasion it would be a pain beyond bearing. If he had chosen not to doubt his path in life he would, well, realistically he would be a somewhat high-ranking marine with the ability to dispense his own brand of justice.
But he would only have been able to dispense from on top a mountain of corpses.
No. Never. His choice to... leave that life had been the right one. It was his choices from here on that would guide him.
Protect. Always protect. Those that needed him, those that claimed they didn't need him - anyone. Everyone. That would be his duty. To its yoke he would tie himself and to its yoke he would remain.
As the kid continued talking Red smiled though. It was nice to see someone so full of confidence for once. The world had already - and easily at that - crushed those much stronger than the kid before him. It would be up to Kay to see whether or not the sea, and not merely the sea but the haunted words left behind by the dead, would do the same to him.
The punch came as something of a surprise - perhaps the kid had anger management issues - but Red had to shake his head at the outburst. It seemed so perfectly... petty. Almost innocent, in its pettiness.
"Till we meet again then," Red agreed. |
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