That's what friends are for, right? (Anatra)

[Jack Lexington]

The moment in the old house becomes something special as we start sharing our stories that aren't known to the other one yet. I even tell Tyren about my sister, who took it upon herself to exclude me from her life and hers sons in the process.

His guess where Ky threw that other knife is bang on, which makes me wonder how he could possibly know so I give him a quizzical look. "How do you know?" Maybe he saw it in the communal showers at the pk academy.
His comment about only making friends by throwing weapons at them has some truth to it, which leaves a bitter sweet taste in my mouth.
"I'm unable to do it any other way." I shrug.

I'm a little surprise to learn that he doesn't like his brother having a girl friend and that they aren't all that close any more.
"Shame." I comment because I would love to have a brother who's as close to me as they are or were.
"Girls screw everything up." There the old me talking but it's true. They can ruin friend ships and brotherhood. I guess sometimes the opposite is true, too. They can build families and produce new little friends.
"I think you'll rethink that when you find your own special one."
Off the top of my head I can't think of anyone because the only other decent girl I know is twelve.

The conversation comes back to me as he goes through phases of stopping and hitting the bag harder while I still stand back.
"Your sister won't talk to you? Why?"
I avert my gaze. It's not a pleasant story. And I hate talking about it. "Long story. I guess I did some stupid shit to her boyfriend...husband. She didn't like it."
That's all the explanation he's going to get.
"Haven't seen her for four years."
Little do I know that Trinity actually came to visit me at the hospital when I was passed out.
That's when my own fists connects with the bag again and makes it swing towards Tyren.

I'm glad Tyren changes the subject and lightens the mood by teasing me.
"Got kicked out more like it. Nobody can mix mental strength and physical strength..."
"I can!" I complain because nobody ever believes that I'm smart.
"I'm serious. I skipped grade 7."

I can tell he doesn't believe my words so I sigh.
"How much of my family have you seen? I need to know because... It matters who."
With knitted brow I look at him.
"Er...I know you, Max, Alex." I name the obvious. "Alba and your mom and dad, that little cousin from the wedding and your outlaw uncle Joe. That's it, I think. Why do you ask?"

I give the bag another two light punches because I get so tempted by my favourite work out. Each time I feel that slightly painful tugging in my chest but maybe it has to be like this. I roll my right shoulder to ease the tension because that side got the worst of it all. Ever since they shoved that tube in my chest under that arm pit I've been nothing but tense to an extend where I could sit or lay in one position any more. It gives me headaches.
With my left hand I stretch my head to one side which reminds me of Tyrens problem.
"Are your headaches gone now?" That got me pretty worried when I witnessed it.

OOC: He hasn't met Mark yet...that thread would be a few days after this one.

[Anatra]

Tyren Orca

If a lion, a lion roars would you not listen?

"How do you know?" He asks. "You must have let it slip on one of your drunken nights." He laughs a little, with a grin that says he's only kidding. "Nah, good guess. But now I know."
When Tyren mentions how Alex's girlfriend has made things less joined between him and Alex, Matthew seems to have a relating point. He mentions how it is a shame, and how girls screw everything up. "I think you'll rethink that when you find your own special one." Tyren nods. "Probably. I'm still naive." He recollects his ounce of maturity because he knows for a fact that there's nothing that should, or will be done about Alex and him seeing things differently. Twins don't have identical thoughts, especially if they're not even identical in the first place.

Though they do look very similar. Some features are unmistakably from the same womb.

"Long story. I guess I did some stupid shit to her boyfriend...husband. She didn't like it." Tyren thinks to himself, No change there then. As Matthew seems to always be in these situations. Girls... their boyfriends. Tyren just pictures the situation with Max. It makes a lot of sense but he doesn't put two and two together because he doesn't necessarily care to think about that pairing again.

"I'm serious. I skipped grade 7." He mentions. "I still doubt it." Tyren speaks. "You probably don't know the first five numbers of pi." Tyren says as though it is a good thing that he knows. He barely does, it's Alex that knows and usually brings it up if ever there is a joke to be made about it. "Er...I know you, Max, Alex." The obvious options. Tyren listens intentively. "Alba and your mom and dad, that little cousin from the wedding and your outlaw uncle Joe. That's it, I think. Why do you ask?" Tyren wishes there was a specific name mentioned about his cousin, because most people think that little Tyler is Tyren's cousin, or even his child. He's not, he's his brother. Joe is also his cousin, too. He's only eighteen, same age as Tyren and Alex. "I didn't know you'd met my dad... He probably acted like an ass, I'm sorry in advance. He doesn't like you for obvious reasons. That's alright though, because he doesn't get to choose my mates. That's why I wanted to know, because I've had to explain myself a few times to my family. My dad especially. Max, more so. Even Joe, the guy in the detention centre decided it was a bad idea." He shrugs. "I don't care what they think, though. If you wanted to hurt me I'm sure you'd have done it by now. If you could." He jokes with that last line. "Who was getting married, anyway? I wasn't invited."

He moves on. "Are your headaches gone now?" A question is raised. Tyren isn't sure how to answer. He's noticed how concerned that Matthew has been recently but he isn't sure whether telling him the truth will bring any good here. He does it anyway, knowing that perhaps it isn't what he wants to hear. "Not really. It will be a while until my next gets strong again. I know it's hard to hear. I felt the same about seeing you injured but there's nothing we can do. It'll be fine soon enough." His optimism is always contagious, at least among his family. Whether Matthew takes to it, he doesn't know.

If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them?

[Jack Lexington]

I soon learn the reason why he wants to know whom of his family I've met.
"I didn't know you'd met my dad... He probably acted like an ass, I'm sorry in advance. He doesn't like you for obvious reasons. That's alright though, because he doesn't get to choose my mates. That's why I wanted to know, because I've had to explain myself a few times to my family. My dad especially. Max, more so. Even Joe, the guy in the detention centre decided it was a bad idea."
All this is new to me. I should have put two and two together though. His whole family must have watched Tyren in the pregames. If not live then on TV just like my friends and dad watched me. Not sure about my sister.
They also watched me almost deliver two killing blows to his neck. I could have struck him on his torso or hand like he did but chose to go for the ultimately worst spot. His neck. I wanted to wins so badly. Now I regret this decision but I understand why they'd hate me.
"I had nod idea...I guess I didn't think that far." I admit because I've never been concerned about the feelings of other people.
"I noticed your moms hostility. Don't worry. I can handle it."
I shrug. Surely I'd love to be liked by his family but if not...oh well.
"There's not much I can do about it now."
The feeling does provoke a slight reaction though so once again I punch the bag, this time with my right and once again I feel the strain. "Oh for fucks sake." I complain.

"If you wanted to hurt me I'm sure you'd have done it by now. If you could."
"What? I'm not going to hurt you. You're my friend now. Back then you were nobody to me."
Then he asks who's getting married. Once again I don't know what he's talking about. "Not me, buddy. And if I was I surely wouldn't invite and ugly scare crow like you to scare away all the pretty ladies." My attempt of a joke between us.

The conversation soon takes a serious turn when he shares with me that he still gets massive headaches and tries to tell me it'll be okay.

I stop dead in my tracks and look at him. Did I cause these everlasting, reoccuring pain attacks. Is he still suffering because of me.
"Shit." I state and lower my gaze.
"I didn't want this for you. I mean...isn't there anything that they can do?"
Me of all people should know by now that doctors cannot fix everything here in district two. Maybe in the Capitol but not here. Here you get pills of pain and operations when necessary. At least we're better of than those poor buggers in the lower districts.
"Maybe you should try to go through with the academy and get an assigment in the Capitol? Get yourself fixed up there?"

[Anatra]

Tyren Orca

If a lion, a lion roars would you not listen?

"I had no idea... I guess I didn't think that far." He speaks, in response to the news that Tyren's family doesn't approve of their friendship. It's entirely true. Alex is probably the least likely to hate Matthew because Alex was in the games as well, but even they don't see eye to eye because of the incident. Maybe one day they'll get over that. Alba has her inhibitions about trusting Matthew ever again, even if they haven't properly met. It's always been a tad awkward, as she's had to indulge in his presence, especially at the party that seems like so long ago now. Max can't get over it, but for other reasons too.

It seems like they all need a psychotherapist just to figure it all out. Tyren, the one who anybody would expect to be the most pissed about it, doesn't though. He is completely over what happened. He doesn't see it like anybody else, it seems. His family are far too protective of him since that day and the following, hit and miss days that were to succeed it. "I noticed your moms hostility. Don't worry. I can handle it." Tyren shakes his head. "My mum just doesn't know you. She's a smart woman. She knows what to think, and she trusts me. She'd not question my decision to be mates with somebody because she knows I'm not stupid about it. My dad likes to think he has that reign over me though, so he's harder to convince. It'd take more than just a conversation."
"There's not much I can do about it now." That's true enough, so Tyren nods his head.

"Oh for fucks sake." He releases the expression of a complaint, and Tyren looks concerned. "Don't push yourself. You shouldn't even be roaming around, never mind wearing it down." Tyren's advice is fair, he feels. He says it in a instructing way rather than a demanding way. He has a natural essence about him though, that can sometimes tell people that he knows what he's talking about.

"Not me, buddy. And if I was I surely wouldn't invite and ugly scare crow like you to scare away all the pretty ladies."

Tyren runs his thumb along the edge of the redness, with the clear definition of past stitches, upon his neck. Unconsciously, as well. He really wasn't lying when he said he doesn't have people skills. "Thanks, mate." He acknowledges. He doesn't really like the bluntness of the joke, but he disregards it because it was quite obviously not meant in many ways. "Maybe you should try to go through with the academy and get an assigment in the Capitol? Get yourself fixed up there?"

He goes off about the Academy again. It just makes Tyren not want to go back. Matthew really does have it in his head that Tyren will be staying there forever. He really doesn't want to. He's wasting his life in that place. It's holding him back because he knows for a fact he doesn't want to be a peacekeeper. He doesn't have it in him to march around without emotions - he can't even do that now. He gives a mocking grin against the Capitol. "Like they'd help me." He pauses. "It's fine. Really. A few headaches here and there are better than being dead, trust me I've tried both."

If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them?

[Jack Lexington]

MATTHEW DUNHAM

When Tyren speaks about his mother and father and how easily or hard they'd be to convince that I'm actually not all that bad I wonder why I should go to these troubles. I don't really care about their opinion of me expecially not when I can't change the past. They'll always see me as the guy who slashed their boy during the pregames. I'm surprised they'd not influence him more to not see me.
"It's not your fathers friend ship I want." I utter but know that his family ties are very solid and I should care about them if I want his friend ship.
"I'm just going to be respectful to your family." I stop myself because Max is his family and I've been the exact opposite to him.
"I'll try."
Then I pause wondering why Tyren has decided to grant me this friendship. Why he got over what happened?
"Why don't you have reservations about me?"
I eye him curiously, with a bit of worry because of what he might say.
"You know I wouldn't hurt you again, right? I mean seriously." A slight punch during a training fight doesn't count for me.

As I wince because of a straining punch he lectures me a little. "Don't push yourself. You shouldn't even be roaming around, never mind wearing it down."
I protectively wrap my arm around my midsection as if that would help and make a face at him.
"Thanks, doc." I mock him. "Is that what you always do?" I'm pretty sure Tyren doesn't always stay put when he's supposed to. The long road of recovery after the pregames was probably laced with moments when the wanted to move around, get back into shape and just be his old self again.

As our conversation continues I call him a scare crow, just for fun not meaning anything by it. But he touches his scars, that I left on his neck and mutters.
"Thanks, mate."
He's self conscious about them. No wonder. They are huge and ugly but that's not what I meant.
"I didn't mean that." I studder. "I mean it was a joke. You're a good looking bloke." This is my honest opinion. I have no idea why girls aren't all over him. Sure, he's not tall but he's still in good shape, good looking and a much friendlier attitude towards girls than me.

He plays down the head aches he gets but I can tell they're bothering him. Every now and then he gets this quiet moments where he retreats somewhere deep inside of him. I feel it's the moments he's in pain and worried.
How does he deal?
I know I don't. I just struggle against the pain and passiveness but I don't deal with it.

"I can't do it. Sitting and laying around for two weeks is more than I can handle. I got ants in my pants." I joke and tap the bag very lightly.
I do remember all too well what it felt like to have a hole in my chest and not being able to breath properly. The incredible anxiety and fear. It's still deep within my bones. I'm not sure that I'll ever rid myself of that experience.
My cocky expression fades to seriousness as I take his advice and sit down on the crate that holds the boxing gloves. I fiddle with them to get my mind of the feeling that has returned from the day in the hospital. I hate it with all my might. How Jins was able to instill something in me that I haven't felt before.
"Do you get afraid?" Tyren's my best friend. If anybody is worth this question it's him. Nobody else will know this about me. That's not how I want people to see me.

[Anatra]

Tyren Orca

If a lion, a lion roars would you not listen?

"I'll try." He says. Tyren looks to him. He thinks so as well, that he will try. "Can you start with Alex...?" Tyren mentions, a little politely rather than anything else. "He isn't over the pregames... It's pissing him off to see you around. Did anything happen that I don't know about? I thought he was fine with it." Matthew also looks concerned, asking why Tyren doesn't have any reservations. Tyren just shrugs. "You know I wouldn't hurt you again, right? I mean seriously." He folds his arms, not hitting the bag anymore. "I'm not sure. Sometimes you do get a bit angry." He looks innocent as he says it. He doesn't really want to.

"Is that what you always do?" Tyren wants to mention how when he was in the hospital, he thought of other alternatives to living. It was disgraceful to life, disgusting. He didn't want to be lingering on the edge, slipping in and out of drug sedation. He doesn't. He keeps that all to himself. "Man, I can't sit still. You know that. You also know how many times my stitches ripped." He raises a brow at him.

That's when Matthew puts forward a dangerous question.

"Do you get afraid?"

"Always." Tyren instantly answers. "When I'm queueing at the shop, I think people look at me. When I was dancing at my own birthday I was half expecting Mark to turn up and start a fuss. I can't do anything without worrying. It's just my nature."

"You must be asking for a reason..."

If a child, a child cries would you not forgive them?

[Jack Lexington]

"What about Alex?" I ask innocently. I'm not exactly sure what I've done to the guy. I mean I've tried to save his butt.
"Not sure. I went to a pub once and he was getting his ass handed to him by some guy. I helped him out but he didn't like it. He said I made things worse."
I shrug because I still don't understand why he wanted me to stand back and watch him get beat up.
"I mean what was I supposed to do? Watch this dude from the competition beat him to pulp?"
I'm guessing that his brother shared the story with Tyren.

Then Tyren confesses that he doesn't fully believe I wouldn't hurt him claiming that I "get a bit angry".
I stop and stare at him. Does he really think I'd purposely hurt him?
He stated something along those lines when I accidentally punched himduring training at the academy.
My brows furrowed I huff.
"Really, Tyren?"
Once again I give him a moment to take back his words but know that's how he feels already.
"You give your friendship to me....give this to me." I show him the dog tag from my pocket. "But think I will beat you up and purposely hurt you?"
Do I really come off as a loose canon? This dangerous?

His words are pretty insulting for me because I'd do just about anything for my friend. "Things have changed since the games. You know that yourself." I hope he can tell by my expression that his words were hurtful.
"I'd protect you come whatever may, Ty. No need to be scared of me. I'm your friend now."
I sigh heavily because I'm dissapointed so I take a step back.

I barely hear the rest he has to say, especially since he talks about his daily worries. I meant real fears though.
"You must be asking for a reason..." He asks but I don't feel like opening up to him any more right now. If he really thinks I'd still hurt him he doesn't know the real me. Why tell him about my inner feelings when he doesn't care to look behind a facade.
"Nope, not really."
If he's smart he'll put two and two together by himself. If not, I don't care to share something as embarassing with him.

I shake my head and put a fake smile on my lips. It's one of those moments when my dissapointment becomes something else. As so often it's anger. But today I don't let it out in the form of punches but just roll my neck.
"Time for a drink, don't you think?" I ask him and soon pull a bottle from a shelf containing clear liquid. It smells not even half as strong as it tastes but it burns its way down my throat like acid with a much more pleasant after taste.
I cringe but hand him the bottle. "Home made."

[Anatra]

Tyren Orca

"Not sure. I went to a pub once and he was getting his ass handed to him by some guy. I helped him out but he didn't like it. He said I made things worse." Tyren puts a hand to his chin as he tries to figure this one out. He's usually the one getting told the story like this, rather than actually being the one there, which aggravates him. If Alex said something, he probably meant it, Tyren thinks. "Well either way, Alex is still pissed and it's still a problem." Matthew is quick to question Tyren as to what was supposed to be done, since Alex was too conveniently angry with Matthew to accept his help. "I mean what was I supposed to do? Watch this dude from the competition beat him to pulp?" Tyren rolls his eyes a little. "No, obviously not. Just talk to him. You'll find you have more in common that you give him credit for." Tyren speaks as though he knows both of them the same, but that's not entirely true. He obviously knows Alex inside and out. Alex is very similar to Matthew, in some respects. He's probably better at firing a bow, and also probably better at making friends. Then again, he's not as good at keeping them.

When Tyren tells Matthew that he sometimes gets a bit angry, his response is as though he hasn't even noticed it himself. "Really, Tyren?" Tyren looks a little too innocent. He does have a glint in his eye that can sometimes suggest a situation that he isn't fond of. "You give your friendship to me....give this to me." He holds out his dog tag, the one Tyren gave him. Tyren eyes it briefly. "But think I will beat you up and purposely hurt you?" Tyren looks down, not wanting to meet eyes with Matthew when he's like this. "I don't like to believe it, but yeah. I don't like the feeling that if I say one thing about certain people, that I'll trigger some kind of bomb." He speaks up to Matthew, looking at him again. "Things have changed since the games. You know that yourself." Matthew says, but Tyren doesn't want to listen, really. He knows that there is that side of Matthew, and he's seen it a lot. He doesn't like it, it'll always be an innate phobia of his now. Rational, or not. "Obviously. I know you now, and you know me."

His next words are a repetition of earlier statements. "I'd protect you come whatever may, Ty. No need to be scared of me. I'm your friend now." Tyren raises a brow. "I thought we'd been over this? I know you're there, and you know I'm here."

When Tyren asks why he is asking, "Nope, not really." is Matthew's answer. "I don't believe you. Come on, tell me."

When Matthew picks up a bottle, Tyren just rolls his eyes. Maybe Matthew's family isn't medically sound or something, because nobody should ever drink alcohol whilst injured. It slows the whole process down. Should Tyren tell him this? Tell him that he seems to take to the drink almost every time they talk? It's still the morning, why would he want this? "Time for a drink, don't you think?"

"No, I don't. Put it down, it'll just fuck up your injury."

"Home made."

Tyren shrugs, not taking the bottle.

[Jack Lexington]

"Well either way, Alex is still pissed and it's still a problem." Tyren tells me. It might be a problem for him, not so much for me because I don't really care about his brother. He's not my friend, Tyren is and if he wants to get his knickers in a knot because I helped him...oh well.
"Just talk to him. You'll find you have more in common that you give him credit for." At those words I give him a smile while I shake my head.
"No, man. Your brother and I are nothing alike." I actually dislike his sibling a little and don't want to be compared to him. The last thing I'll do is approach him for a conversation. "If he wants to talk he can come to me."

As our conversation comes to a point that more important to me- the way Tyren feels about me-Tyren looks away but hits me with the truth
"I don't like to believe it, but yeah. I don't like the feeling that if I say one thing about certain people, that I'll trigger some kind of bomb."
We agree on both having each others back, yet he fears me. That's odd. I didn't think so. "I mean I was always hoping to scare my opponents, but I want you to trust me."
My voice becomes low because I don't know what to do with this bit of information. What else can I expect though? I almost crippled him. How can he ever trust me again? Maybe this friendship can never work properly. I'm not ready to give up though. I want Tyren as my friend.

When Tyren asks why he is asking, "Nope, not really." is Matthew's answer. "I don't believe you. Come on, tell me."

For a moment I stand there my arms hanging by my side, my emtions somewhere between anger and disappointment.
"I meant whether you get afraid in fights...of dying." The last word disspears somewhere deep in my throat because it's what I went through not to long ago and I haven't been able to rid myself of it. It still lingers around in the pit of my stomach and comes up every now and then.


I try to wash it down with some home made booze and offer some to Tyren but he rejects it.
"No, I don't. Put it down, it'll just fuck up your injury."
My brow raised I look at him for a long moment. Then I set the bottle back to my lips. I don't like how he's trying to tell me what to do. First he tells me something pretty personal and upsetting, now he's trying to tell me what I should and should not do.
"I'm not made of paper, mom."
I mock him a little.
"C'mon, can't stay a little scared boy forever."
I mean more myself than him but eventually drop my hand with the bottle and put the cap back on.
"I don't know. What happened at the training center really fucked with my head. I'm not..." I trail off unable to find the right words. It's always been that way. The words escape me when I try to express personal stuff...feelings.
"I'm just...it's not the same."
In a way things are better with Kyanite, closer. In other ways I'm somewhat scared.

[Anatra]

Tyren Orca

The atmosphere has been recreated. He and I are now delving into topics which are pretty important. How I feel about his presence, how Alex doesn't like him and he doesn't like Alex. The only problem is, he can't see that what is my problem will usually be his. "No, man. Your brother and I are nothing alike." I shake my head at him. How does he know? He hasn't properly spoken to him. Besides, he always makes friends with people he punches first. Did he hit Alex too? I don't remember anybody telling me that, but then I don think I would have remembered either way. "If he wants to talk he can come to me." He speaks to me. He instructs me, even. The thing he doesn't understand is that it is me asking him to make up with Alex, not Alex himself. "It's me that wants you two to get along. He's my twin, we can't be that much different." I tell him. It's so true as well. There's only a couple of differences that I see, and one of them is that he's definitely tougher. I think Matthew has always wanted a tough friend, and when I've shown weakness he'd probably have preferred to have had Alex around.

I tell him how I feel, finally. His response at least reveals how much he cares. I didn't think he would, which is why I was alight with saying it in the end. "I mean I was always hoping to scare my opponents, but I want you to trust me." I nod my head at him. If he wants my trust then... I guess I need a reason to trust him. He hasn't taken to wanting to talk to my own brother in order to help clear things for me. If he won't do that the. I don't think I can trust him to do something more important. It's like when we went to Max's old apartment. He didn't stick by me. He kept to the law. How can I believe he'll be trustable? I really can't. Not out of memory. I'm prepared to find reason. This is a building block, not a demolition. We've only been friends for the good half of a year, so I don't expect us to know each other inside and out.

He then goes on to reveal what he really meant by fear. "I meant whether you get afraid in fights...of dying." Of course I do, but the last proper fight I remember is the one up against Matthew himself. "When I'm in the ring, I block everything out. It's a second nature after a while. I feel compelled against my enemy." That's when I remember that the last guy I fought was actually Jeran. Or maybe Vy but that wasn't really a fight. "My cousin," Mark that is, "told me how if you let fear become your enemy you are fighting two people already." Tyren starts to unwrap his hands.

"I don't know. What happened at the training center really fucked with my head. I'm not..." He trails into a thought that I cannot read.

"I'm just...it's not the same."

"Well mate, it's all in your head. You're no weaker or stronger than you were last month. Don't let a little cut get you down."

[Jack Lexington]

A mental note of his wish for me to get along with Alex is made. Maybe I'll try. They're twins and even though they are drifting apart they're still closer than anybody I know. It's better if I get along with his better half. Maybe one of the reasons that we don't get on so well is that I'm taking some of the space in Tyrens heart that he used to occupy.

I dislike Tyrens advice about drinking but I do appreciate it when it comes to fighting and dealing with the aftermath.
"When I'm in the ring, I block everything out. It's a second nature after a while. I feel compelled against my enemy."
I do the same so I keep listening.
"My cousin told me how if you let fear become your enemy you are fighting two people already."

"I don't feel fear while I'm fighting." I shake my head at him because once again he misunderstood what I meant. No wonder if I don't tell him exactly.

"It was after...things weren't looking so good for me the day after the thing with Jins went down. I got really scared. i thought I was going to die and he'd won over me and would come back to finsih off Ky one day. I care so much about her."
Once again my thoughts go off in different direction. What's going to happen to Jins now?

"Well mate, it's all in your head. You're no weaker or stronger than you were last month. Don't let a little cut get you down." I know he's teasing me to lighten the mood but it's not working because I'm far from it.
"Little cut." I laugh disapprovingly because it went so deep that it nicked my lung.
"I'm neither physically nor mentally anywhere close to where I've been."
As I speak these words I understand what they mean. Jins has changed me. He's made me vulnerable and scared. I know exactly that my next fight will not be as unihibited at all the previous ones because I'll be aware what could happend much more than when it was all just words.
"The bastard made me afraid." My gaze darkens before I focus back on Tyren.
"What's going to happen to him? Do you know? I think I'm going to go to the station to find out. He can't get away."

[Anatra]

That's what friends are for, right? Tyren Orca - District Two - Eighteen When somebody talks to you about pain, you ignore them just like you could ignore fear - by blocking it out and pretending that it isn't there. The ultimate truth is, fear and pain are truly around every corner. That reality itself is what continuously draws Tyren back to the very moments in which he would be the savior of three people in one day. Without him, there would have been blood. He is modest, he was modest. "I don't feel fear while I'm fighting." That's a lie. Nobody can block out fear entirely. It is always there, making your body act on instincts, and the adrenaline that pumps wildly around your blood can take you to extremes that were once impossible prior. "It was after... things weren't looking so good for me, the day after the thing with Jins went down." The thing, being the brutal murderous attempts on lives that day. Tyren remembers it vividly. It's like a horrific scene in his mind, but he blanks that out just like everything else. "I got really scared." So just afterwards, then, Tyren thinks to himself, questioning mentally how Matthew can possibly believe that he can remove fear entirely. It's not truth, Tyren says so. "I thought I was going to die," His thoughts mirror that of Tyren's in an earlier time. "He'd won over me and would come back to finish off Ky, one day." His words are a complete, word for word, representation of a previous meeting. "I used to say the same about you." Tyren interrupts. "I thought I was going to die. You won over me... That sort of thing. I know how you feel. I genuinely thought you'd go after Alex, I don't know why. I didn't know who you were, just some scary stranger." Tyren shrugs his shoulders loosely at Matthew. "Little cut." He laughs under his disapproval. "I'm neither physically nor mentally anywhere close to where I've been." Tyren shakes his head, but he carries on justifying why he thinks he's a broken piece. "That bastard made me afraid." His gaze lingers on Tyren's figure. "What's going to happen to him? Do you know? I think I'm going to go to the station to find out." How am I supposed to know, out of nowhere? Tyren questions, to himself of course. He shrugs a little. "He can't get away." "No idea, mate. Maybe he's spending some quality time with Joe." Tyren finishes unwrapping his hands. "Got any other plans?" He asks, wonder perhaps if Matthew needed to get home for something.