Um. Don't really know. But it is Koon; so who ever does?

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In a way, the noose has been set. After all, every action has its consequence, and if there's one thing Koon has done, it's act.

They want to watch him hang; that much is fairly obvious. Every enemy he's made (and then some) are filled with the kind of malice that just burns and burns. As far as his family is concerned, he's just a flaw upon an otherwise perfect record - a disgrace. They'd certainly love for him to disappear.

And, as he sits, perched unseen, and watches the people he calls 'allies', it can't be denied that they may well just sit and watch when the times comes.

If the time comes, he corrects himself.

After all, there's still too much they don't know for them to get the best of him. And while they run in circles with outdated and weak ideas, he's still detonating them from the inside. He knows how things work. And that'swhy he's still laughing.

Oh, yes. He'll always be laughing. Even as the rope is lowered and the clock runs out; Koon Aguero Agnis will always get the last laugh. Because why not? He's on top of the world, watching sequences unfold. He doesn't need to reach the top of the tower for that. But he will, anyway. Maybe not for good reasons, but hey.

Maybe they're getting better all the time.

Maybe, one day, they can all stand at the top. Without toxic relations, or tricks and manipulation, or enemies. Without the tower to play against them.

thump. His head hits the wall as he sighs.

No.

Being happy with those people by the end? Maybe they'll be happy - maybe that's all he should hope for. But he, himself, Koon, had long ago rolled a different hand from them. And maybe it's for the best. After all, that person, Baam, doesn't need him. Sure, he might cry; but maybe that was a problem in of itself. Who cries for a person like that?

Even if he beat the tower...too many people. Too many rules. Too many voices stuck in his head.

And there's a crowd gathering, all eager for the main event. He could walk the opposite direction for eternity, but it would still be in the books.

Trial.

Blood.

Sure, he won't ever succumb to them. Sure, all they'll ever do is run in circles.

But maybe it's not them who need to be feared. His enemies are but a red herring.

He smiles. It's vampiric and bitter; the smirk of a demon.

Because the noose is already there.

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