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Author's Note: Every since the ballerina said these words in WITW, I couldn't get them out of my mind. And slowly but surely, a small story somehow formed around them. Feedback is very appreciated!
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"I don't dance. I ... echo."
For some reason, these words keep repeating over and over in my head, like a mantra.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
They were said with so much sorry, yet they were so true.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
And she was right. She wasn't dancing at all. For over 100 years, she'd echoed on the stage, not danced.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
It starts me thinking about Cordelia.. and Groo. And one question comes to mind: Why does she choose him over me?
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
We're both champions, both fearless fighters. We're about the same height. We've got the same hair color, the same eye color.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
We both love Cordelia. But that's where the similarities end.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
I suddenly realize something.. a difference between us two that sets us drastically apart.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
He's alive. And I'm.. not. Though I live the lifestyle of a living man, I'm anything but.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
And even though I have the soul of a living man, my heart doesn't beat. My lungs don't take in air. My body isn't exposed to sunlight on a day to day basis.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
And then, it hits me. I now understand why her words keep resonating through my head.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
I'm unliving, yet I'm here, wearing the clothes of a living human being, walking, talking, and acting like one as well.
But I don't live.
I ... echo.
Author's Note: Every since the ballerina said these words in WITW, I couldn't get them out of my mind. And slowly but surely, a small story somehow formed around them. Feedback is very appreciated!
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"I don't dance. I ... echo."
For some reason, these words keep repeating over and over in my head, like a mantra.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
They were said with so much sorry, yet they were so true.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
And she was right. She wasn't dancing at all. For over 100 years, she'd echoed on the stage, not danced.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
It starts me thinking about Cordelia.. and Groo. And one question comes to mind: Why does she choose him over me?
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
We're both champions, both fearless fighters. We're about the same height. We've got the same hair color, the same eye color.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
We both love Cordelia. But that's where the similarities end.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
I suddenly realize something.. a difference between us two that sets us drastically apart.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
He's alive. And I'm.. not. Though I live the lifestyle of a living man, I'm anything but.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
And even though I have the soul of a living man, my heart doesn't beat. My lungs don't take in air. My body isn't exposed to sunlight on a day to day basis.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
And then, it hits me. I now understand why her words keep resonating through my head.
"I don't dance. I ... echo."
I'm unliving, yet I'm here, wearing the clothes of a living human being, walking, talking, and acting like one as well.
But I don't live.
I ... echo.