Without A Sound
When was it that our lives took separate turns? When did the smiles and friendly teasing melt away? I guess I should say we could have been happy, but there was no room for me in your life, and no place for you in mine. There were no rules to follow, nothing to lose, everything to gain. It just wouldn't have worked. It would have been like a nightmare.
Separate ways. How idle it sounded when you spoke those words. When did it come to this? When were we thrown into this situation?
It used to be so carefree. We were the good-guys. Weren't we? Maybe that was simply something I couldn't understand. I can remember being called 'Black' for such a long time. I guess it just stuck with me. When there was nothing left to regroup it had to start anew. When you rode away you knew where I was going.
Is Pherae so careless? Would it send you out here? Against me? I am not strong. And yet I see you there, marked by your radiant hair and I know I can defeat you. Everything is on my side. It's killing me.
I've never felt so broken. I waited for too long and now it's come to this. When I told you we were human. I'd forgotten what this felt like. To be lost in the dark on a battlefield that should never have come to be. A one strike opportunity. I'd forgotten this feeling.
Confidence. Once you said you had such a thing. Do you have it now? In the dead of night facing a band of misfits who've never known a single law in their life, who've never fought by the light of a single candle without snuffing its light. Do you feel confidence now?
One strike. I will not miss. Do you remember, long ago, sitting by the river? I told you that I'd never hurt you. It seems that I lied, doesn't it? I'm such a horrid liar. It's in the trade. You learn to lie. You learn to steal. But you, a prideful knight, stole something far more valuable from me.
It's all gone. You'll remember me, like a Hurricane. We're no different, you and I. Not a person fighting here has anything less to lose. You must lose. I'll join you later, if you'll take me.
Your blood. If only it were blue, like your hair. It's like a river, like the river we sat at the day I promised not to hurt you. I'm sorry.
Remember when I was human, not what you see now that I've let my humanity hide away. Remember my love for you, and not my blade. Do not hate me, for what I have done I have done in the name of everything I believe in. What I have left unsaid, let it be heard now as you depart for the heavens. Be at peace in a world you are far too great for. Let me be at ease and know that you rest somewhere.
When this is all over, I'll clean my blade with my own blood, and come for you.
Goodbye, Isadora.
