Re-upload of my first fic
Bastion fic. Takes place near the end of the game, when The Kid goes to confront Zulf one last time. The Kid thinks it's about time he put in his two cents. - Oneshot. Kid's Point-of-View.
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The wind is rushing past me faster than I could've ever thought possible; no drug could in the world could recreate this feeling, this rush I'm feeling right now… and trust me, I've tried just about all of them.
I don't know how long it's been since it all began. Days? Weeks? Who knows. Rucks would probably know. He's the kind of guy, just by looking at him, you know he's the kind of guy that knows just about everything. Zia could care less how long it's been. She's kept herself busy around the Bastion: cooking, cleaning, taking care of the lonely, abandoned critters that have followed me home. Just trying not to think about it…
And Zulf? I don't want to talk about Zulf. I'm on my way to see him right now. I can see his homeland getting closer and closer as the Sky Way does its thing. And I'm thinking… thinking back to when all this started…
It's funny, I swear I knew my name before the Calamity, but when I woke up to the aftermath, my mind was blank. So, when Rucks asked my name, all I could say was Kid. I know it sounds strange but…
I'm almost there. I'm almost to Zulf, to the last shard, to fixing all of this.
I'm not mad at you Zulf, I'm not mad about what you did, in fact, just the opposite.
But what can I do, what can I say, to make you understand my side of things? After all…
I'm just a Kid.