The Last Slice of Pizza
I have yet to understand the strange customs of this world.
For they are strange.
But then, we are strange.
The Teen Titans. Fighting for 'Truth, Justice and the last Slice of Pizza' as Cyborg aptly terms it.
The last slice of Pizza, apparently, is a worthy prize to fight for.
I do not understand it.
But then I truly understand little of this world.
Except this world is beautiful. Glorious. Well worth fighting for.
My friends also think such, but through the prisms of their own consciousness. I understand a lot about emotions. More than the others. Except, perhaps, friend Raven.
For Raven, it is atonement. For sins real and imagined… Though, perhaps, they are far more real then imagined.
For Robin, it is a drive to prove himself, to be better than the mentor.
For Cyborg, it is to prove his humanity, to prove he is not a emote Machine.
For Beastboy, it is to prove he is not the sidekick, not a failure.
For me… for me…… it is simple really. Love for this world and my friends. Respect for our ideals.
For them, I stand ever ready to summon endless joy, or righteous anger.
But what I really want is to satisfy one emotion. Rage.
What I want is vengeance. For me. For Tamaran.
If I ever meet those Gorks ever again, I will kill them. Without mercy.
Once Robin said "Vengeance is sweet." I do not remember when, but it matters naught. For it true. And I intend savor it's sweetness.
"……"
My friends would be uneasy knowing I think such thoughts. But what can I do?
I sigh and change my path; onwards toward the Tower. Tis' time to continue the defense of the last slice of Pizza.
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First Foray in Starfire Territory.