No more mistakes.
They vowed that very statement the night of the first casualty. Not an injury, or town damage. This was a man's life.
A complete stranger who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. A complete stranger who lost his life to childish ignorance.
No more mistakes.
They promised never to do what they did again. Never to slack off, to assume that they could blow it off for their own interests. Because that's what they all did in their own ways.
And that is why they stood at the back of a weeping crowd, clad in black.
Why they hung they're heads low, quiet shame rolling off of them in waves.
No more mistakes.
Three words. Simple. Yet full of meaning. No more deaths. No more guilt. No more shame.
No more mistakes.
It was engraved on a necklace of Aelita's.
William's skateboard had the vow etched on its bottom.
Ulrich's backpack.
Odd's jacket.
No more mistakes.
Written in black ink on Jeremie's wrists. In the end, he bore the most guilt.
Yumi bore the flowing ink down her right arm. A constant reminder, to fuel her fight.
No more mistakes.
A vow they failed to keep as XANA only got more powerful.
No more mistakes.
Maybe promises ARE made to be broken.