A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, word prompts 475 – guard.
Sacrifice and Zen
She'd jumped to his defence.
Zen didn't believe in things like that. That was why he was Zen. Alone. On the wind, running by his own flow and his own time. Passing through people's lives and then forgetting them because they weren't him and he didn't need to hang on to them.
But not everybody was Zen. Nobody was Zen, except Zen. That was why nobody was as good a nuisance to the law as him either.
But this story had nothing to do with that. This hadn't much to do with Zen at all, except he'd brought her out of her safe little home and, maybe, he should have felt a bit guilty in that doing so led to his death.
But he was Zen, and he just cut losses when they came and called it done. She'd jumped to someone's defence and died for them, and it was up to them now what they did.
Even if it had been someone jumping to Zen's defence, he would have just moved along with the wind and forgotten.