A/N: Carrot's angsty, possible OOC POV. Anime timeline; takes place in episode 24. Possibly to be expanded/added to.
Shattered
By QG
Zaha had done it. Mama-sama, he had actually done it. My brother, my quiet, adoring little brother was dead. His corpse had been speared through, and his limp body was frozen, eternally, in an encasement of stone. No one was speaking. No one had spoken since I had screamed his name, making my voice hoarse, as if to call him back to life. How could they say anything? None of us had ever expected this to happen. Not to Marron. No one had ever thought I would be the one to kill him.
Oh, it was easy enough for me to blame Zaha for killing him, and to readily seek revenge on Marron's behalf, but who was really at fault? I was to blame. It was I who lost control, I who let the demon inside of me take over. Through my own weakness did I endanger those around me who I cared for. I made them suffer.
Marron had given himself to keep me from destroying the world. He saved both my life, and the lives of all who lived on our planet, without a second thought about his own, but was it worth it? Was it worth it to him to waste his last breath on me? He would never get to smile, to grow old, to tell someone of his love. The surrealism of it all caught up with me. My own little brother had been ripped from my hands only moments before, all because of me. I'd never see him reading a book again, or scolding my behavior, or hear him call me "brother."
I began to laugh, wondering idly if he had been scared as he met death. I was laughing harder now, my sides aching horribly. But that was nothing compared to the fiery pain in my heart. He was never coming back. Never. And I was to blame for it. If I had been stronger, he wouldn't have had to waste his life dying for me. No matter what he would have said, I wasn't worth it. But it was too late. I continued to laugh, my voice cracking and breaking as sobs mixed with the laughter. Tears fell from my eyes, hot and painful. Dead. He was dead. I was shaking. I couldn't stop laughing.
"Carrot..."
I didn't even know which one of them had spoken. I didn't care anymore. All I was aware of were my own helpless cries, which I feebly tried to mask with laughs. I wasn't worth it, could never place myself above him. I killed him. I would never be worth it...but he'd never know.
Shattered
By QG
Zaha had done it. Mama-sama, he had actually done it. My brother, my quiet, adoring little brother was dead. His corpse had been speared through, and his limp body was frozen, eternally, in an encasement of stone. No one was speaking. No one had spoken since I had screamed his name, making my voice hoarse, as if to call him back to life. How could they say anything? None of us had ever expected this to happen. Not to Marron. No one had ever thought I would be the one to kill him.
Oh, it was easy enough for me to blame Zaha for killing him, and to readily seek revenge on Marron's behalf, but who was really at fault? I was to blame. It was I who lost control, I who let the demon inside of me take over. Through my own weakness did I endanger those around me who I cared for. I made them suffer.
Marron had given himself to keep me from destroying the world. He saved both my life, and the lives of all who lived on our planet, without a second thought about his own, but was it worth it? Was it worth it to him to waste his last breath on me? He would never get to smile, to grow old, to tell someone of his love. The surrealism of it all caught up with me. My own little brother had been ripped from my hands only moments before, all because of me. I'd never see him reading a book again, or scolding my behavior, or hear him call me "brother."
I began to laugh, wondering idly if he had been scared as he met death. I was laughing harder now, my sides aching horribly. But that was nothing compared to the fiery pain in my heart. He was never coming back. Never. And I was to blame for it. If I had been stronger, he wouldn't have had to waste his life dying for me. No matter what he would have said, I wasn't worth it. But it was too late. I continued to laugh, my voice cracking and breaking as sobs mixed with the laughter. Tears fell from my eyes, hot and painful. Dead. He was dead. I was shaking. I couldn't stop laughing.
"Carrot..."
I didn't even know which one of them had spoken. I didn't care anymore. All I was aware of were my own helpless cries, which I feebly tried to mask with laughs. I wasn't worth it, could never place myself above him. I killed him. I would never be worth it...but he'd never know.