There are three of them, all very different.
The loudmouth who wants to be acknowledged. The girl who wants to be useful. The antisocial seeker of power.
There are three of them, all different, all the same.
He was the loser, dead-last in school, but he learns fast, and he is getting stronger.
One was always brilliant, and that one gets stronger as well, but what no one notices is that he wants that strength for all the wrong reasons.
She was clever, but she is falling behind, and she fears that, she does not want to be the weakest.
There are six of them, three and three, all different, all the same.
He works hard, always trying, just wanting someone to admit that he did well.
She learns to be a medic, studying hard, wanting to be useful, refusing to be the weakest, certain that this at least she can do well.
One never really tries, everything comes easily -too easily, for this one is too arrogant, too certain of himself, and he stands too far apart from the others, wanting only to be stronger.
There are nine of them, three threes, all so very different, all too much the same.
They are never a team, only three people.
Three of them, too different, too similar.
Three and three, three of three.
Once. And again.
The past is forgotten, and so it comes once more. What once was is again, past becoming present, present becoming past.
As the students echo their teachers, as the students become their teachers.
There are six of them, three and three, different and the same.
They are never a team, only three people.
One energetic, one medic, one distant.
Three and three, three of three. All different. All the same.
There are three of them - six of them - nine of them - all different, and all the same.
The bell test.
The loudmouth tied to the stump.
That day. The genius betrays them.
And who are they? Which?
The loudmouthed boy tied to the stump, is his hair white or yellow? The girl who teases him about being an idiot, is her hair blonde or pink? The quiet one who stands apart, is his dark hair long or short?
That cheerful boy whose smile hides sorrow, are his eyes blue or black? The medic-girl who likes the quiet one, is her hair pink or brown? The other one, ignoring both his teammates, is his hair black or silver?
Students echoing teachers, students becoming teachers.
There are three of them.
There are six of them.
All different.
All the same.