-Why?-
20 – You're Imperfect
By Euphrosyne
Holy shit. Rods were not suppose to be up there!
It was just like old times…
Chuckling quietly to himself, Alat rolled his shoulders before unhooking himself from the machines. "Well, there's a conversation starter. Were you born in a science lab? Cause I was…!" He winced as the needles slid from his veins.
Dramafag
Wrapping the hospital robe around his body, the blond caught his reflection against the glass window. Aye, transparent really wasn't his color. Silently, he snuck out of the room.
A voice caught his attention a few rooms down. He shrugged. "There's nothing like eavesdropping to show you the world outside your head is different from the world inside your head…"
She was tired, different, drained. He recognized that voice in every form. Alat stayed hidden by the blinds, flying on her every word.
There was a soft dragging of chairs. The dark-haired girl concentrated on the boy in front of her, unsure of her movements. Slowly she reached to touch him, fearing the sparks. "Tai, here I am, pouring my heart out to you just like the younger days…" She cuffed his lifeless fingers. "Ash was picking on me again. He usually does when you're not around."
Alat felt the need for privacy but his curiosity got the best of him. The girl seemed so frail and hopeless. Her persuasive lectures for him to wake were still fresh in his mind. What had happened?
He leaned forward.
"Ash thinks I am a horrible person. Even Chloe with her genuinely heartfelt personality failed to object. I've fallen to believe that perfectionism is based on the obsessive belief that if one runs carefully enough, hitting each stepping stone just right, you won't die. The truth is, you will die. Everything does. A lot of people who aren't even looking at their feet are doing a lot better than me; they also have a lot more fun doing it…" Her revelation stung. "I am not better than Boris or Biovolt. I am worse. I hurt things, living things. I hurt people I love, people like you."
Comparing herself to Biovolt? The great tragedy of science; the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact.
"…Remember the first time we got our blades? I was horrible. You were naturally great like always, no one thought I would ever make the team. I don't know what you saw in me but I'm glad you did. Experience is not what happens to a man, it is what a man does with what happens to him, you said. You were only ten." Soft laughter. "Tomorrow's going to be the big battle, Tai. Call me selfish, but we are battling for you, your remedies. Ash is emotionally weak and still physically injured. Chloe has never had this much pressure riding on her shoulders. Our whole squad use to ride on you. Even if we win the three battles, the Demolition Boys will never play fair; they have Black Dranzer now. I will have to battle a war to end the fights of fights." She lifted a mysterious black blade, one almost identical to the said dark phoenix. "I will use your blade and battle for you. We will win or I will go down trying. When the MCs announce our victory tomorrow, you will awake. Promise me that."
She kissed his knuckles and adjusted the covers.
Alat grabbed a magazine off the secretary's desk.
He saw Rye leave for the stadium.
Two Aldous Huxley quotes there. A great British writer. "Experience is not what happens to a man…" and "The great tragedy of science…"
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