faithless face of a faceless faith; ss v hb v aj [day 1.5]
Feb 23, 2017 3:40:30 GMT -5
Post by rook on Feb 23, 2017 3:40:30 GMT -5
jano karmichael
i would fight a thousand fights
lose my eyesight
take a life
i'd kill a man
just to hold your hand
lose my eyesight
take a life
i'd kill a man
just to hold your hand
"Then don't."
But I wish it was that simple. There is a difference between wanting to do something, and having to do something. I've always been a firm believer that there is no clear right or wrong, that good and evil is a two dimensional spectrum that we as humanity created to place judgement in people. It's never the whole story, and whilst I have met some truly despicable people, who have done horrendous things to me and my sister, even they were innocent children once. No person is inherently evil, just like no one is perfect. People do bad things, but it doesn't always make them bad people.
So as this girl, who I know nothing about, tells me not to hit her, with a wry smile on her face teasing me to do the opposite, I know I don't have a choice. What they are doing is wrong. Using human beings as bargaining chips, trading their lives for supplies. It is always better to fight for our freedom than allow ourselves to be blackmailed - I of all people know that best.
She lashes out, and there is a sick snap. A splitting pain shoots up my leg, and I crumble under the weight of myself. I cry out, rolling over and trying to scramble away before she can take advantage and finish me off. My leg is broken. She's broken my fucking leg. Fuck. The pain makes it impossible to walk, but I know that I have to if I want to live.
If I want to save Asriel. If I want to see Castor. I have to walk.
"Oh fuck. Fuck."
I'm slowly standing, all my weight on my other foot. There is no way I can walk on it, but I have to. I have to, like the man who walks through hell to save his friends.
I take a shaky step, and everything in my mind and body knows that I shouldn't. But I do, and it's agony. I have to bite my lower lip until it bleeds to muffle the screaming.
I am sweating like I have a fever, my stomach churns like a stormy sea, my hands shake, my heart pounds.
But I am alive, and that's all I need.
"Then.... let my friend go."
It's not a request this time. It's a demand.
[Jano attacks Shelby, Unarmed]
WMGJoZ8Eunarmed
[Broken Right Arm -- 6.5 damage]
But I wish it was that simple. There is a difference between wanting to do something, and having to do something. I've always been a firm believer that there is no clear right or wrong, that good and evil is a two dimensional spectrum that we as humanity created to place judgement in people. It's never the whole story, and whilst I have met some truly despicable people, who have done horrendous things to me and my sister, even they were innocent children once. No person is inherently evil, just like no one is perfect. People do bad things, but it doesn't always make them bad people.
So as this girl, who I know nothing about, tells me not to hit her, with a wry smile on her face teasing me to do the opposite, I know I don't have a choice. What they are doing is wrong. Using human beings as bargaining chips, trading their lives for supplies. It is always better to fight for our freedom than allow ourselves to be blackmailed - I of all people know that best.
She lashes out, and there is a sick snap. A splitting pain shoots up my leg, and I crumble under the weight of myself. I cry out, rolling over and trying to scramble away before she can take advantage and finish me off. My leg is broken. She's broken my fucking leg. Fuck. The pain makes it impossible to walk, but I know that I have to if I want to live.
If I want to save Asriel. If I want to see Castor. I have to walk.
"Oh fuck. Fuck."
I'm slowly standing, all my weight on my other foot. There is no way I can walk on it, but I have to. I have to, like the man who walks through hell to save his friends.
I take a shaky step, and everything in my mind and body knows that I shouldn't. But I do, and it's agony. I have to bite my lower lip until it bleeds to muffle the screaming.
I am sweating like I have a fever, my stomach churns like a stormy sea, my hands shake, my heart pounds.
But I am alive, and that's all I need.
"Then.... let my friend go."
It's not a request this time. It's a demand.
[Jano attacks Shelby, Unarmed]
WMGJoZ8Eunarmed
[Broken Right Arm -- 6.5 damage]
i'd die alone
just to walk you home
just to walk you home
unarmed